Why do we have to grow old, thinking of how we'll die? Why do we have to love someone when they just make you cry?
Life is so confussing I wish it never was, learning how to live when the next you know you've died.
Whats the meaning for life? and is there after death? I wish I knew these answers, but I dont so i'll just plead..
Please god if there is one, make life not so hard, make there no poverty, no pain to touch the heart. I am all I see and I see all I am, maybe one day i'll die and live again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad poem from the heart with lots of big questions. I hope life is opening up for you. Please feel free to read some of my poems.