From here to there
The wheels go turning around
As weiry souls travel
Back and forth through this town
Some are just passing through
While others are here to stay
Some are too busy to stop
Yet others visit as they pass this way
To and fro they pass on by
Like souls traveling through life
So many struggle right a long
While others can barely strife
Some get along in old clunkers
And others travel in vehicles so new
But, when it comes time to help
The helpful ones come too few
some are in plain cars
While others are in fancy trucks
We have to sit and wonder
Is it destiny, or just plain luck
Either way we play the cards
That we are unfotunatly dealt
It all triggers our emotions
Some never shown, but always felt
Should you see a not so fortunate soul
For we never realy know, it's true
With just a flip of a coin
That soul could have well been you
So give a helping hand to those
That you may find in need
For just that one helping hand
Just could be planting loves seed
So help plant loves seeds
To anyone that you can
For we are all being judged
Always by God, not by man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem