In the end there will be a void
That will be filled with no time
People will forget you like a whiff
Of wind that passes by slowly without
Making leaves flutter or singing a rhyme
In the end like bubbles in a
Pool we will vanish one by one
The Earth will go on spinning; life
Will swirl in the whirlpool of mundane
Chores and we will be remembered by none
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With all due respect, we will be remembered. By those who loved us. By those who respected us. By those who loved our poetry. A case in point: Daniel Brick. The exemplary PH poet's works live on!