Well I have a story to tell, today
About a feeling, come what may
I have been writing, day by day
Building up, to be able to, just say
About this feeling, come what may
It is a feeling that, I can’t describe
It is one that money, will never buy
It is not a feeling of, being high
And not one of being, dissatisfied
This feeling, come what may
It isn’t only here, today
It doesn’t come, and go
Like the thawing, winter snow.
It isn’t blue, and isn’t grey
What colour is it? I can’t say
Ohh this feeling, come what may
I always hope, to feel this way.
But as soon as thoughts, like hope arise
That feeling, that I, truly prize
It is, as if, it just vaporised
You see that feeling, is just I
With nothing added, pure it is
Until it’s covered, by thoughts, like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply wonderfully put David......one always knows they'll feel 'cheerful' if they find a poem of yours in their day.~~~~~~thanks, marci.xo