For all that there was is now no more,
The tree of life has changed its course,
I'm nursing a heart so tender and sore,
For the ones that I love,
That I miss the most.
An endless battle of longing for those,
That filled up my life with memories most,
As the seasons go by,
I miss those fond days,
Life it moves on,
For that is its way.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your beautifully expressed poem touched me deeply. It's in my Favorites.
Thank you so much Evelyn x I appreciate your kind comment x