We are the men who are always late, <br />we are the men who come from far away. <br />Our walk is always weary and sad, <br />we are the men who are always late. <br />We do not even know how to die in peace. <br />When the face of distant death appears, <br />our souls splash into a tam tam of flame. <br />We do not even know how to die in peace. <br />We are the men who are always late. <br />We are never on time with our success, <br />our dreams, our heaven, or our embrace. <br />We are the men who are always late.<br /><br />Endre Ady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-come-from-far-away/
