Once when I had a family,
We shared a home and lives between.
But then, I got caught up in me,
And ran away at seventeen.
At first, I liked it on my own,
Moving around from here to there,
Content with going it alone,
Never needing to really share.
Over the years, my habits cost.
My home and family were gone.
I was feeling lonely and lost.
No where to go, I wandered on.
I've got no home, no family -
Just emptiness inside of me.
Its a terrible feeling to find only emptiness within - but its never too late to connect - reach out, help somebody - send word to your family back home - as long as God is there and there are people around, all we have to do is to ask and step it up with care - He cares for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a brilliant poem that (quite regretably) makes me want to think about my plans of running away a bit more tsk tsk.