The pains of life
are etched across my face,
no longer do I find satisfaction
in some of the things I have done,
and instead all I find is despair.
When I ask myself why
I get no answer there,
only that I should move on,
find pastures green and new.
Let the past fade away,
turn my life around,
discard all the baggage
of the life I once knew,
seek something more pleasurable
and easier on the eyes.
It’s not a case of running away,
but a case of moving on.
4 August 2008
I hope your not thinking of leaving us David..? Andy 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this one David, you have explained it so very well. A lovely read. Thanks lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX