Another June day this second of October
Warm and breezy a single cloud hanging over
The summer he relished with pleasure is past
Despite its poignancy, he lingers long and fast
It will slink away tomorrow's fonder oblivion
Marking one more day before he will leave on
Life's journey into autumn's blessed stillness
Thinks he the more rather than the less
About the value of those days which lie ahead
Faith and hope wrestle with gloom and dread.
Some April day, perhaps, a fourth of June
He will still be here and singing another tune
He will have made it through another winter
Will come forth from the dark tomb he entered
That June day the second of October
Warm and breezy a single cloud hanging over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed poem. Truly fascinating ...5 stars*****