The picture is like a ghost, reminding me everyday what use to be.
Sincere smiles, with love flowing from the eyes.
Time changes everything. Your foundation crumbles. Gone.
Wishing with all your might to go back.
Life moves forward.
Days past I use to prance along, singing as I strolled.
Life. I have learned to tread carefully. Moving ever so slowly, feeling my way.
On tiptoes I creep along looking for the land mines.
I now know they are there.
Oh how naieve I was to really think life was going to be easy.
Simple mind, now wise and prepared for battle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem