A crowd of troubles passed me by
As i with courage waited;
Said i, 'where do your troubles fly
When you are thus belated? '
'We go, 'they said, 'to those who mope,
Who look on life dejected,
Who weakly say goodbye to hope-
We go where we're expected.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how true and well told.......where there is no hope there always trouble waiting for you...amazing piece you have shared....thank you