I write these simple poems.
Beging to the end.
I know this life is trying.
With so many that are dieing.
Many families left crying.
Simple poems.
Simple poets.
Journals filled with my simple words.
Uspoken sorrows.
Unspoken pains.
Simple poems to step in to there stories.
Their life's in there winding huries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem..Simple life, simple times, simple troubles..all in a lifetime.