I can not see
Inside my soul,
Or watch the minutes
As we all grow old.
I can not stop
As time flies by
It's not amusing,
To Watch friends die.
I can not listen
For the voice of God
With children crying
While sparing the rod.
And I can not see
Inside your soul
While we watch the tears
As we all grow old.
Oh my, Sandra...this is very touching...well done. You do have a very special way with words...you have a special gift. Lare
tender and provoking, Sandra. skillfully written. Jake
I love this piece Sandra, up to the same genius, as always. Warmly, Your friend, Theodora Onken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again and again, you never disappoint us Theodora