Sitting in a room
the walls colored pink
flowers are blooming
so I think i'll sing
As I walk outside
the sun shining bright
I see the people
with their heads held high
I wonder what they're thinking
as I look up at the sky
so I guess, for now, i'll keep singing
as I keep wondering why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deep question that those of a certain age begin to ask.The answer could be profound. Most just ask it and move on with their lives. GW62