I am sitting here looking round
On what we have in our ground
Thinking about our needs in this life
Surely no more of its eternal strife
There comes a time when you close the door
And not think of all the bad you saw
Of the people whose life was lost
And other things that had a cost
I think there comes a time to call it
And it doesn't mean as much for me to fit
So it will happen I would suppose
I reckon now on I don't need to know
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NICE your poetry is intriguing read more of mine too thank yo