I had a digital clock that helped me to see
the time by projecting it on the ceiling for me.
One night I woke up at 12.08
and could see the name of Rob my mate.
So the following night I woke at 12.03
And waited, for I wanted 'Rob' to see
And then at 12.04 to my surprise
'Roy' appeared there lit up before my eyes
'My Lord', I said, 'What are you saying? '
'Are You telling me to keep on praying? '
With that in mind I closed my eyes to pray
and when I next opened them it was day
Postscript
Rob died in the early hours of the morning on Wednesday 14th October 2009. About a week later I woke up at 5.05 and looking up on the ceiling I saw SOS:
'It's too late Rob, I'm so sorry', I said
I cannot help you now that you are dead
And my only hope is that you had cried
For the Lord to save you before you died
Digital time when displayed on the ceiling
1208 looks like ROB
1204 looks like ROY
505 looks like SOS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem