Just as my child brings his broken toys
with tears for me to mend,
I took my broken dreams to God
because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my hown.
at last I snatched them back and cried,
'How could you be so slow'
'What could i do, my child, ' He said,
'You never did let go'
I'm not a religious person, but I love this poem and the message it sends anyway. I am impressed.
very good. i never knew you could write! lol i dont even know you: P
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember this poem from many years ago it is called 'Broken dreams' although it has been slightly changed