I remember the times in my childhood,
when all went hand in hand
Running, laughing, smiling and cheering
But I went alone
Just waiting and wishing for a friend,
To have someone who could
Go hand in hand,
Tears rolled down my cheeks
And there was no one to soak,
Even now when I sit alone,
Pain is revived, when I see others
Going hand in hand, me sitting all alone,
I am chilled to the bone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem brings forth a bit of sadness but I think when a person gets older they learn to appreciate the lone time and often become quite creative.....
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