No feeling of despair
Hoping for a brighter tomorrow
Lost in thought in my chair
No time for sorrow
Contemplating what the future has in store
Rising to my feet
Standing silently at the door
In the background plays a steady beat
Overlooking the yard
Seasons come and past
A path trodden, sometimes so hard
Years, not long do they last
Time for another birthday
Clock's hand unable to delay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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