When I look inside,
My purse,
I find,
A few receipts;
Crumpled,
Chewing gum;
Unchewable,
Coins,
Well-used;
A train ticket,
Faded;
Can't say where it goes to,
The contents of my purse.
Now look in my heart,
The very same things,
Things that are used,
Things that have faded,
Things that wait in promise,
Unforeseen adventures,
Marvelous surprises,
And excitement,
All there,
Wrapped in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aisha, the contents of your poetry holds many 'marvelous surprises' as well... good write! ! Brian