Not every poem
Not every dream
Returns to be what it was once-
Not every song
Is song throughout the night in endless joy-
Not every holy word
Is trusted to the end-
What we are all is failing every other ‘now;
And what we will be
Is not what Kindness forever is,
But rather Sorrow and Sadness and Suffering
In broken rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem