As I live on in this world's endless time
Will I be able to leave something behind
When my end has finally come
And my last breath is all but done
Will the world sigh and say about me
It is now a kinder and gentler place to be
I would think there will be no bronze statues
In parks in the city grass lands standing true
And it will be enough when someone thinks of me
That it brings a smile to their face for all the world to see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel the same too! This is what poetry is all about - feelings. Lovely poem.