I remember still
To catch the rising sun
I once ran up the hill,
But the sun had shifted
Further away still
I stood awhile pondering
And disappointed ran downhill.
Now when in the course of life
Climbing uphill
Striving and struggling
I catch the chill
I am warmed up tenderly
By the sun that rose above the hill
That had taught me to take
Disappointment as a sanguine pill.
A wonderful write.......The sound effect adds to the beauty of the poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
, , , , , , a fabulous poem, , , nice write, ,