So much in life we can't control.
We toil for silver and for gold.
It wears us down and takes its toll,
but we survive to reach the goal.
We seek for beauty, we seek for love.
We search the sky. We push and shove.
Answers murmur from a dove.
They say he flies from up above.
At last there comes a better day,
and if we try we'll find a way.
It all turns crystal clear one day,
if we can just keep fear at bay.
The folks I know have all been blessed.
No evil comes. We did our best.
If you are weary or distressed,
just know that life's a simple test.
One day we all fly past the moon.
We will escape the doom and gloom.
And then with love we will commune,
beyond the rage of this typhoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'at last there come a better day', yes indeed
Let us hope so. Sometimes I wonder.