Better days are not far ahead,
when I was young this is what Momma said,
many night's I lay in bed thinking of those days ahead,
could it be I'm next in line,
for what it's worth I'll waste no time,
I won't miss no steps,
I'll break no stride,
if in one of these days I loose my drive,
pull me to the side,
and tell me I'm doing just fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohhh... this one is a poem!