Where have they gone,
all the friends of yesterday?
Where have they gone,
the happy times I used to know?
Like the setting sun
which calls to close the day.
They have to each direction,
gone, gone far away
30 April 1982
A question which everyone asks themselves at one point in there lives. Short but true, enough said Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life and time marches on my friend, nothing can stop the sands my friend...10