chasing with the wind is not but gone
life as we have is not but a passing
scene in our own very eyes
all has its prize as it appears, alas! all has
value in everything we serve, all are
just beginning to receive again
nothing new to us, what we receive is
ours to give it to the one who shared,
make the best, for we give of what is a gift
all are nothing, but has a value, that
comes when it is to be given, dropp that
something in you, and nothing lost
face to the one who gives everything in you
dropp the nothing, even nothing is something
in you that holds you, for you are something,
of everything to the one who give you life
deep thought here and the transient nature of life, , this gift of life we sure pass on to others, , as pure as possible, , ,10
'nothing new to us, what we receive is ours to give it to the one who shared'... dropping the nothing...good concept...the lines quoted are marvelously rich in their content...well done, Anto 10
I am glade I dropped everything to read this when I saw you posted it, and it seems it was worth it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well constructed poem Antonio, it was a pleasure to read, 10 Lynda x