N-ever will we lose hope
E-ven if the heartaches stay;
P-repared to accept things
T-ill the very end of day.
H-eartaches and sorrow
A-re both becoming trends;
L-et our minds think otherwise
I-n spite of pain that never
E-nds.
D-espite the hurt inside,
A-llow ourselves to feel better;
P-ut on the solid faith
I-n day first November.
T-rials and tribulations
A-re part of human life;
N-ever can they be avoided by anyone who hates strife.
P-roper place and right time
A-re the loss of blue and gray;
N-ever will we surrender
E-ven if the heartaches
S-tay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem