Like an old soldier
I certain go,
into a land of never glow.
A reflection of some life
that's past,
a place quite starless,
cold as glass, hard as iron.
With the hope
of hope invading...
just a fight
that's unrelinquished,
the scope of brain
not yet extinquished,
a conflict
of a no win low,
a reason for which way to go.
like it or not, conflict is a part of the choices that we face throughout life as long as we are able to minimize the impact, I think the conflict is not a big problem more than that, I like the way you express conflict in your poem a work which gives a lot of thought and possibilities of the various aspects, at least from my point of personal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DeaR Madam, Good going and a lovely poem this one. Thanks. Please reply if possible.
Thanks for your lovely remark. All best wishes to you. Sally P. P.