I could take it all
And throw it all away
Take that worried frown
Wear it another day;
I could bathe those tired eyes
In seas of softened dreams
Let them look into another world
Where all is not what it seems;
I could pretend that all that has happened
Never happened to me
That things never really existed
That my soul was free;
I could hide away in a corner
Sit in a darkened room
Let my hopes just ebb away
Into the deepened gloom;
Ask why did the path lead here?
Did I choose that course?
Trace the river of life
Back to it''s secret source;
Or I could stay the same
Let tomorrow unfold
Cling on to what I have
And carry on getting old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let tomorrow unfold Cling on to what I have And carry on getting old.....inspirational; great