Standing on the brink
Looking out to sea
Feeling all the waves
How they will toss me to and fro
No place to go....
Looking back at the past
Wish I had something I saw
That was worth remembering
Looking to the future no dreams there
So just a present full of tears.
No time for the me...
Just got to look after the you...
Not an individual any more
Almost need permission to breathe.
Guess that's all there is...
Well, looky who's here...You havd returned, my friend...So glad to see your name as being logged-on & versing once again! Ilike this piece...but i respectfully must disagree.No way to live...and that's not all there is...That said...great penning, young lass! FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You never need permission to breathe, find that inner-strength, it's there...Don't believe me? Love duncan X