EVERY DAY HAS MORE COMPLEXITIES THAN I CAN WRITE
Every day now has more complexities than I can write
Life is not simple
When one knows and cares for many people
Worries are with us always
And new events Blessings and their opposite
Come expected and unexpected
Life is so too rich with demands
And instead of a quiet old age
I am constantly going to help somewhere else
I do not know how much and how long I will endure
It is difficult and not always with happy results
So much sadness in an aging world
But I try to go on and do what I can where I can
Time is ticking relentlessly
I like everyone else
Lose myself and forget most of the time the truth
But the clock will get me
And all this activity and tumult
Will be put to rest
Perhaps sooner than I think
I pray to God everyday for help
I am in this writing
Also praying now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem