As I look down upon myself
From a line of three
All hanging in our metal frames
We wonder what I’ll be
There’s one that’s dead and one that’s old
And one that’s sad, that’s me
Two sailors and a soldier watch
I wonder what they’ll see
Three months until I go away,
I Hope they’ll cherish me
All hanging in our metal frames
We wonder what I’ll be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really well thought out piece, good flow with an ease on the eye.. Regards Jon