Old loves ones, long since gone,
thinking of joy and laughter,
pictures faded by time,
memories just like old wine,
forgotten and placed just so,
within albums not to be seen,
for years to come that now have passed,
I will toast all those I might have forgotten,
to those how are now just ash,
but a glass raised high,
in my heart you have never died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very figurative. Those we hold dear in our heart never died. Great write, I like it and a toast to you also. Happy new year