O my creation
What a life u have
Running all day
For nothing you save
You work hard
To save money
Stressing yourself
To overcome many
Accumulating wealth
Increasing burdens
Spoiling health
Knowing that nothing lasts
Forgetting to share
That you have
Forgetting to sleep
Holding sorrows that make you weep
What for do you long
When i do walk along
Watch your footsteps....
You would find mine besides....
Hide within my palms
That make you calm.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good thing there are books of letters from God for us all to take comfort from. Nice reflection.