I sometimes want just to sit and cry
About things I can't change or wonder why
I look at the world and know it's hard
To eek out a living and not be scarred
I despair sometimes knowing I'm alone
Made to account for mistakes I have done and known
Bent over double with head in hands
Old and tired from this life's demands.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem