Today was his day, what was meant to be
So many had come to see him finally
He stayed still and listened eagerly
As they sung his praise tearfully
He embraced the hugs of his holders
With pride, rode on their shoulders
He was moved with what they had to say
As they carried him all through the way
He glanced at the world passing by
Thanked the man over the sky
This day, he chose to remember
As the best he had ever
Then came the time to part
They lowered him with heavy heart
He would be missed, he could foretell
With joy, he bid them all farewell
He starred at the sky, as night fell
Missing all who wished him well
He went to meet them one last time
and caught them all in their grime
The grievers were no longer grieving
He watched them merrily feasting
He cursed himself for being so naive
And quietly returned to his grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem