At the edge of the precipice
How often do we stand,
Not knowing how to cope
By sea or by land,
Time feels so narrow
Without a helping hand
Loneliness is sorrow
By sea or by land.
What will be tomorrow
If love is not at hand
Where can we go,
When no one understands?
Is there any refuge
Is there any hand
That will fit into yours,
When sailing, walking alone
Drifting thru life's storm,
By sea and by land.
A hand in another we understand. It holds loneliness at bay. We feel the need in this poem.
How often do we stand? ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
If love is not at hand then tomorrow will be just like night. Love brings brightness of day in life and humanity should have the value of love. An important poem is excellently penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loving arms and a helping hand erase the sadness of being alone.....10+++