Clouds keep
pouring rain-
Am I Able
am I Cain-
A bastard's a bastard
no matter his name-
I lay my head
upon the rock-
Alone I am still
part of the flock-
To be loved
comes as a shock-
Is a man a man
when he loses his nerve-
What he wants may after all
be what he by grace deserves-
Only Love
Makes things sure-
Not every heart
is turned to stone-
Not every soul
remains alone-
Even bastard's
come back Home-
I may not yet
know my name-
But the sun
shall return again-
And, I am coming back
to who I really am-
A great poem Smoky, I've not been on in a while, going to try get back on more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned. An open and expressive write.