By: Joseph R. Short
I must admit this is really hard,
I don’t know what to do with myself,
I can sit and think about you all day,
I don’t know if I should run along and play,
Or if I should stay inside and sleep the day away,
I can sit and think about you all day,
But I do know that I must go on into the night,
I can not stop one minute you know I have to fight,
I can sit and think about you all day,
I crawled into bed and I started do drift off,
And then somebody shook me awake,
I can sit and think about you all day,
The morning came around and I still was awake,
I don’t know if this trip will destroy me,
I can sit and think about you all day,
And now that day is gone away into the beyond,
And the night is coming into sight once again,
I can sit and think about you all day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem