There lies a treasure chest, awaiting to be discovered,
deep down hidden, yea, its all covered,
Will you get there and dig out? six feet under,
there in the grave not in a lost island.
The mourners are wailing, the grave is ready,
earth's mouth open to wolf the young baby.
Flowers and cards then a stone there placed,
there in the grave lies the great now late.
wishes and regrets day by day,
procrastination led dreams astray.
Alive but dead, free in a cage.
there in the grave lies, tomorrow's greatest names.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words and much pain in mother natures open wounds where tomorrows potential lay... Bravo. Karen