Worries of the 'morrow...
Anxieties of this day-
Torrential waves of doom and gloom...
Perpetuate our very ways;
So many of the negative-
With no inspiration to be found-
Only hopeless enigmas and tragedies...
Despairs sobbing-the only sound;
In fear of the next day-
As this day comes to a hurried end...
Dire straits of the coming fates...
Torn-but with no one to mend;
No sewing needles to stitch-
No Knight in shining armor to save...
No Good Samaritan with open arms...
Alas, all that 'tis left 'tis the grave;
The Golden Rule
***Just In Case There Are Any Doubts
I Am A Married Women...Not A Man! ! ! !
June 18,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem