Scrambling for cover, feeling so tired of being, wanting
to give in to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Knowing though, the sadness that will befall my sons and
grandkids, not wanting that to happen.
Caught in the web of life, not able to escape without
hurting anyone.
This gentle spirit sits here, thinking, picking up a pen
because my soul mate has said that I must write poems
while he does something else.
Here's one now, must continue to fulfill his expectations
with more poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Caught in the web of life. Really very wonderful poem shared. Nice drafting.10.