Changing Times Poem by Asma Zenjali

I keep smile.. try to be strong But it's all fake, sometimes wrong Oh... changing times How is tomorrow.. Is it like today Full of sorrow Thoughts of by gone days, thoughts of today and what is going to come. it is not all rosy days. but still living in hope. we have to spread hope always as poets. it is our divine call because the pen is mighty to conquer the hearts. thank you. tony

Thank you for making the best balance between the sadness and a joy.

fleeting time goes in its own accord, it comes to us sometimes with happiness and sometimes with grief, well written poem thanks for sharing