Broken mirrors of life still reflecting the sorrow that
will not disappear from within.
Shards of it's memories cutting and slicing this heart
with it's many bittersweet memories of what is left.
Once vibrant and filled with hope, now just existing
for no reason whatsoever.
Looking about, seeing our world falling into hands of
evil, greedy and corrupt politicians and governments.
Wondering what has become of the sanity that used to
be present in our world.
Reflected along with my sorrow, it's hard to find any-
thing positive in life, yet looking at the simple things,
finding that there is still something to look forward to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's the nature of SIMPLE THINGS to be there and respond to us when we finally notice their value. They're patient: they know our hour of need will come and we will turn to them for sustenance. And they will bear no grudge.Your poem gives me confidence the three sentences are just wrote are true! Rilke wrote something comparable in his Ninth Elegy: ... What if we are here just to say: HOUSE, / BRIDGE, FOUNTAIN, FRUIT, WINDOW - / but for such saying as things themselves never hoped so intensely to be. That is the wonder of the poetry of simple speech and complex purpose! !