I am twenty five years of age,
yet I own nothing;
Im broke and live in a dive of a motel,
yet in my heart I sing.
For though I seem to be a nobody,
I am richer then the eye can see.
For when this life of mine is over,
heavens where I'll be.
So dont look down upon me,
rather look at me through the heart;
And you will see my life with Christ,
is the only important part.
Thats' really, really, really nice. I'm 25 too, and I am totally broke, and owe money, and don't even have a job, and have been very discouraged latelly, and have no idea what I'm going to do for money pretty soon. I feel very lost, and sad alot latelly, and I don't want to trouble anybody. I'm going to get help from assistance tomorrow, and get a waitressing job hopefully somewhere. I feel thankful though, that I still have my music, and poetry, though, and I have always been hopeful for better things to come. Thanks for this Dwayne. Your Poemhunter Friend, ~Sarah
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I would like to translate this poem
Interesting! Should you read mine 'Indebted', you may get a laugh. Adeline