We learned to smile
To laugh, to cry,
We thought you would
Stay for a long, long while
And we cherish the time
That you did.
The master had a plan
For you to come home,
Some of us thought
He called too soon!
As we sit and gaze
At the silvery moon,
The echo comes back
Too soon! Too soon!
-George Capron
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is a bad reaper often going after unripe fruits, but which ever way, dust to dust is a must. A well articulated piece nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.