It was a day that i wished i should not be angered,
it was a day i wished i could join a neaw team, or maybe be a new member.
All my bliss was in my palms and my fingers,
i was playing my favourate position the winger.
Now that i'm alone i need motivation,
i don't want to look like a soil that has undergo erosion,
or maybe like a negative chemical reaction,
i don't want to look myself on a mirror without reflection,
or maybe be complicated by simple calculations.
When can a day that is worthy to be remembered come again?
When that day is here will it relieve my pains?
Will it add to my gains?
Can it please come now, since now is my rein.
U have a few typos/spelling errors in here U have a nice opening para In the second u try to make some interesting comparisons but u lose ur way thru spelling nd gramatical errors In all u could have done better Liked it tho Keep rocking \m/
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I would like to translate this poem
good writing.... the rhythm is good.... and the meaning inside is good too.... good Job.... Go On