I wonder, 'Have I lived well? ' As they call?
I asked myself on a brisk, early morn
I have no famous name to show to all,
My love has been lost; you may see me mourn.
But I found another to love and share,
As I wait above she finally came.
I have flown like an eagle in the air,
All these skies and heavens cannot be tamed.
Many of my crew-mates owe me their life,
Yet I will stay strait, I ask for no praise.
I have always loved all of wildlife,
Saved two men from a plane that was ablaze
Yes, I've lived to see beautiful years,
I couldn't without love, laughter, and tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sonnet is one of the more beautiful traditional poetry forms. And this one's subject is rather wonderful. Your grandfather sounds like he was quite a man.