Here lies the richest field on earth
Where men’s talents stay buried
Many plans and blueprints arrested
Goals and ideas retired unspoken
Dreams of many men extinguished
From ponderings and deliberations
Their hopes and aspirations starved
The spark to alter society’s course
Here their rich gifts rest unadorned
The glory of their treasure refused
Here lay dreams that never lived
Because men buried their talents
Their passions retired uninspired
Their labor went without purpose
They simply lived out their days
And chose a requiem for a reward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good portrayal of life/death... Excellent choice of words... Bonnie Collins