The world will still go on
when I am gone;
so let it run
and wake me when it's done.
The rose will still be red
though I am dead,
and poets sing
when winter turns to spring.
The world can go its way
and I'll go mine.
Perhaps one day
we'll meet. So long till then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes the world shall..i like it..it like ur yellin out the obvious..to the non believers i like..my kinda message