Little did I realize
as I burnt through the life
that there would be dreams to slay
and parts of me cast away.
People would being to drift
Memories incarnating the shift
of the truth of my heart
of the ever progressive cart
but life would just move on
through the roses and the thorns
And all these little heart-breaks
do appear to be sinister cracks
but then time would one day heal
On my god's appeal
The little that I suffer
should not make me bitter,
Of the life's scattered litter.
For all this would on a day change
and there would be that nourishing rain
and there would be gleaming sunlight
The rainbow of heaven's delight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem