AM I LOOSING HOPE.
I USED TO LOOK AT PEOPLE, LOOK AT THERE FACES AND SEE HOPE PRINTED AND PAINTED ALL OVER. I USED TO WALK DOWN THE FREEWAY AND SEE PEOPLE PLAYING, HOLDIND HANDS, AND SMILING AT EACH OTHER, BUT NOW WHAT DO I SEE.
I SEE FACES THAT ARE TIRED FROM MISERY, FACES THAT ARE BEGGING FOR DEATH TO TAKE THEM, FACES THAT KEEP ASKING WHY?
I USED TO TELL MY FRIENDS TAHT HAPPINESS COMES AS A PACKEAGE, INSIDE OUT, TWISTED AND PACKAGED, BUT TO MYSELF A SAY, AM A BELIEVER THAT THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNEL.
SO TO MY FRIENDS I SAW DO NOT LOSE HOPE FOR IN DUE TIME U WILL SMILE WITH GREAT HAPPINESS.
Thought provoking and hopeful. Keep writing please. Keep giving hope. Bring smile to faces. Than you Mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HI MERCY THIS IS NOY A WAY YOU SOPPORT TO PLACE YOUR POEM ON NEXT, TRY YOU USE SMALL LETTER