I once thought I was ahead of the class
An apple in the eyes of my dearest lass
But lessons of the heart come in many forms
My soul has weathered love’s tempest and storms
For as sure as the winds of time blow steadily
Always capable of shuffling papers readily
Across the halls of man’s inquiring mind
The truth maybe hard yet so easy to find
Life has taught me to read between the lines
Of a broken heart, that one being just mine
It adds to my sorrow and sums up my loss
As to why my spirit feels a turn and a toss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' I once thought I was ahead of the class'. Amazing choice of word. was it 'standing above your peers'?