Lights were all green today;
Roads were mostly clear;
No gray clouds to be seen today;
Far off visions are coming near;
Fewer obstacles are in my way;
A new sun will rise…
And it'll be without peer.
3-29-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Turn and face the strange. You sound very optimistic in this development. Good for you Bill! Nice poem