Is hindsight all whats behind?
Because all I see is my past. Our past.
Can anything last in my life?
I'm still while everyone one is motion.
Every lover. Every hope. Every dream.
Here I see the sighs. Sighs my heart wouldn't let me.
In those times I chose laughter and smiles, over truth and despair.
To them I am the hindsight, and now I see.
Beautiful poem Luke THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of the song TURN BACK THE CLOCK popularized by JOHNNY HATES JAZZ....