Yesterday is gone, now i know i'm done
Yesterday is gone, and i'm drinking my wine
To be free from the world which is not mine
I wish i could conquer the world
But i do not even work
Every night i vow to be changed hence
Every morning i figure out it dosn't make sense
Yesterday is gone, yet i'm not done
Cause tomorrow will come
Getting old tomorrow
Still do not follow
This is my sorrow
when am i going to confess
That my life has been fruitless
your confession is a matter of great pride. but how can u say that ur life is fruitless. every creation has some fruit that so God has sent us all with some reason. There is a good flow in ur poem. i would suggest you to keep it up.this will be the best achievement of your life. best wish is always with u.
Well expressed thoughts in your poem. The poem speaks of despondency and uselessness. I always found the best way out of depression is to become useful to someone else in need. Visit or call a sick friend. Help with a project in the community. Raid another ship! Oh! there I go being a pirate again. Keep feeling and writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My life's fruitless too. Good work. Keep writing