Cant change what has gone before.
Do I want to change what is coming?
Is life just this constant battle?
When do we rest on our laurels?
Day by day I feel eroded
Nothing left to enjoy
Afraid to try for what I want
Not sure I can live for them
Head spins
Stomach upset
Joints ache
Hands shake
Feet swell
I cry
Maybe I should just die! ! !
(23/10/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find getting what I want is through giving. The more I give the more I get. Your beautiful writing will solve your constant battle eventually.