More than other year has gone by,
Quickly as it had arrived,
Ringing in what’s awaited each of us,
Many of which will find hard to survive.
Birthing offspring with new futures hopes,
Yet some seem not written in at all,
The days and months that seems to pass them by,
Destiny not hearing a life’s promised call.
Pain of some memories of 2009,
Hoping to regain new strength in, year 2010,
All but to start in newest of yet another year,
Repeated; over and over once again.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every line is awesome! nice job!