World Poetry Day
(DIED IN A SIBERIAN PRISON CAMP)
I think I have lost something on the way. What it is I do not know?
Shall I turn back? It is so far off now. Yet it is a pity to let it go.
I have lost something but do not know what. Is it anything of worth?
I shall let it be for the day is short and vast is the earth.
Already the shadows fall from the trees; Long is my shadow. My heart is unquiet. It cries turn back. My loss torments me so. So I stand still in the midst of the road, tormented, doubt tossed;
I have lost something but do not know what but I know I have lost
My uncle Paddy, wrote this a pocket size green notebook along with quotations, while living in Japan, in 1985. He gave this green notebook to…
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