I know it’s just the blink of an eye
Ten years will come and just pass me by
Just as the last decade I now gaze upon
Ten years will come and soon be gone
I think back to the start of that era
Millennium dawning, happiness seemed so nearer
Settled, at peace and not care-worn
Beloved Hawthorne and Ravensbourne
Now they are both lost in clouds and rain
I can never walk though their doors again
Lost, to me the warm summer breeze
Rustling through Dad’s apple trees
Lost to me, amongst a thousand other things
Swamped by new places and wedding rings
Faces and places that have changed so fast
Ten years only, but so far in the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem