Write to me someday,
write to me one day,
someday when you are old and so am I,
when a thousand winters have gone by,
winters of gloom and some of utter joy.
Write to me a word or maybe two,
but I would want more than just a few,
to know about all the things anew
about the cherry blossoms on your lawn,
and the singing birds at dawn,
or about the beautiful white little swan,
maybe a little more of the merry days
but I would want to know of the dismays,
things full of dark pain and the cliches,
stories of what you have endured! !
Write to me someday,
write to me one day,
someday when you are old and so am I,
when I am about to get some shuteye,
maybe before I let out the final sigh.
Remember to write to me some words of love,
maybe about the stars twinkling above,
or maybe about the gleeful singing dove,
or write to me about you instead
about all the things you fear and dread,
and maybe all those that you left unsaid;
it would be time that you shared with me
all your moments of happiness and glee,
but more of the time you just wanted to flee,
all your stories of pain brute and crude! !
Write to me someday,
write to me one day,
someday when you are old and so am I...
05.01.2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem