I look forward to tomorrow
But Oh
How I miss yesteryear
Where I could run on the playground
Yet have no fear
While living for the weekend
Bringing it in with cheer
Resting on the sabbath
Worshipping the Creator
No one was killed
Just a brief reflection
Of the simple Goodness
Sheer protection
Perhaps taken for granted
That I would still love to feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem