Pour your heart out to me
Don't keep it bottled up inside
'Twill fester and will poison you
Until a part of you has died.
We all need a sounding-board
A confidante, a place to vent
To bear your soul's a healthy thing
And it is time well spent.
Your burden's halved when it is shared,
That's what a friend is for.
So spill the beans, my friend, and you'll
Be carefree and have hope once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem