ONE DAY
One day
Even the little poems
Will be gone
And I will never write again-
One day fairly soon
I will not be-
Will the stars then
Still pretend
They shine
In the sky?
DOUBT AND FEAR
Doubt and Fear
Do not make
The best Poem-
But what if one’s soul
Is broken and old?
And what if one’s Youth
Is only what was?
And what if the winter
No rain and no love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shalom, This is a soulful poem full of melancholy. Well penned. Hoping for a brighter tomorrow. Jim