Were these words ever to mean anything to anybody
The ingrained meanings ever held up in the future
An importance to be attached to them
Or with a reverence with which men treat such things;
That my life might have meant something to somebody
That my desires and wishes were unselfish
That I would be missed when I was no longer there
That someone might have loved me;
If in the tumult of mankind I could be recognised
As not a warrior or a fighting man
But to have owned a quiet courage and determination
And was proud to be myself and not another;
If it could be seen that I would never hurt anyone
Rather to absorb and treat that hurt inwardly
That my home was a place where others wanted to be
To share what was there;
That an invisible statue could be erected in my dreams
To set out what I stood for
And that the world moved an inch
Because I existed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an amazing poem, Paul, very moving!