Serious and positive about life and it's foibles,
knowing that it cannot always be perfect, because
it's an imperfect life.
We are after all, only human beings, not gods and
we fail and make mistakes along the way through
this life.
Trying to pick ourselves up again, continuing the
best we can, living and losing throughout the years,
feeling sorrow, loneliness, heartache and abandonment.
It tears our hearts, breaking them apart, at times
ripping our very souls, yet going on, making the best
of things, we wend our way.
Crying, isolating, being angry, forgiving, passive,
resigned in the end to effects of our fate, finally
looking up.
Scanning our surroundings, moving forward no matter
how difficult it is without the ones we have loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We fail and make mistakes; learning about life. Nice work.