When things happen to us, we
haven't got a clue. There is no
doubt, most of us, have thought
about it too. We can think about
it from today until tomorrow, but
we'll never understand. All we
know is, we've been dealt, a
different hand. Of course when
this happens, it takes time for
it to sink in. I guess it puts you
on the defensive and you're more
determined to win. If you happen
to be one of the unlucky ones, be
sure in time, it will go back to the
way it was before. Never give up
hope and never want, more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem