I fear that it might come to a while
That in life, one day I forget to smile
I fear that one day my eyes run dry
And in sadness, I am unable to cry
I fear I’ll lose a friend who does understand
Me, and in sorrow will hold my hand
I fear the world will turn to me and mine
And each soul will, in selfishness whine
I fear we will forget love and romance
And the beating heart won’t stand a chance
I fear when the hues of the setting sun
Will eke no streaks of joy, in anyone
I fear we will forget to play in the rain
To soothe a dear one, who is in pain
To put an arm around in love
Will become a thing of past somehow
That in life we will stop being nice
And from the dictionary, erase compromise
That I will think of only my gain
Even at the cost of a near one’s pain
But I do not fear of when life will end
When the last day on this earth will be spent
For another day on life’s seashore
Than the Lord has destined, I do not seek more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem