someday, somehow,
love will find its way to me
and all that is lost in youth
will be mine at Harvestide
and though dim these eyes, they’ll look
for the smiles and the laughter
they always wanted to have and hold
someday, somehow
though the years may take their toll
we will take what we have
share the lights and nights of the day
and spend every tick of time embracing
till Goodnight takes the Breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem