oft times I'm accused of bitterness,
well, I maybe a tad world weary, that I'll admit to
and many a time disappointed
that's not bitter, just life experience.
life lets you down, people let you down,
the world grinds you down but.......
when you look at nature, at a flower or a butterfly,
at rolling green hills or white sanded deserts,
then faith is restored and down becomes up.
so I refute bitterness, clothing myself in hope
after all that's all that was left in Pandora's box.
In the end its the best we can hope for, is hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem