Into the town of Autumn
I went one fateful day;
The afternoon was cold and bright
The evening wet and gray.
Down the road I slowly wandered
Through the soft October rain
And passed a child who stared at me
With eyes so old and full of pain.
I saw an angel at the Inn
Warming by the fire;
A devil sat and talked with him
Of what did they conspire?
Inside the Pub I sat alone
I watched a stranger drinking gin
Another time I knew him well
Another life we’d meet again.
Into the graveyard mist I walked
In the dark I struck a flame
Before me was a tombstone
And on it was my name…
The cemetery leaves rustled, whispered
Secrets, and forgotten dreams…
In the town of Autumn
Nothing’s as it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can only say 'Wow! '. 10