My heart's been broken many times,
And some days I feel left behind,
But somehow I just find the way,
To make it through another day.
Seasons come and seasons go,
When I'm sad the time goes slow,
But when I'm feeling bright and gay,
I long to go back to that special day.
There's so much I long to do,
I mustn't sit and dwell on you,
I'm getting old and days are few,
Let's put the past behind.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem