Another Memorial
Counting deaths
Stepping to the other side
Of the unknown depths
Did they question
The gift and mortality
Or take for granted
They had time
Their bodies tell their story
Soul and spirit in their prime
This life it seems bereft
Of dreams
That may not come to pass
For in the sullen tears of dew
Wings fly above the mass
Now memories the left to bring
And flowers to mark the grave
Remembrance songs the larks do sing
The Proud
The Free
The Brave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is a part of been born, non of us can avoid it, but the soul lives on. Great poem.