You ever heard the poem 'When your hero falls? '
Well what about when your hero dies?
See for 4 and a half years I couldn't do anything, I was lost, wondering 'Is this the best life has to offer? '
Is this where the buck stops, is this my punishment for living the life I had lived?
Or is this Gods raunchy sense of humor? To kick me when Im already down.
I didnt think it could get much worse until I turned, and looked, and saw, no one in my corner.
But like a great poet/man once said 'If you can make threw the night there's a brighter day'
And I do dare say that Today is Gold, Tomorrow is Platinum, and the Future is so Bright I couldnt even tell you what it holds.
But I do see one thing, A beautiful baby girl, Shes running at me, Arms open Screaming out in Joy 'DADDY, DADDY, DADDY.
Something so beautiful tha I must say 'Today is a good day.'
In Closing
'Long live the Rose that grew from Concrete when no one else cared.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..... wow...... words can't explain how beautiful that poem is.... Bravo