When Life dost seem to pass me by,
I look through my window, I look at the sky,
When my body aches and does not work,
There are jobs I must do which I canna shirk.
My pensive mind begins to think,
To take me from depression, from this brink.
For if on paper my thoughts I cast,
I know this depression will not last,
For Life's journey is full of DOWNS and UPS
And to live it fully, for ME is a MUST.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 20 November 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good...it got me write in the stomach....i loved the way you described the emotions....loved it.