Life is like a balloon
You never know when its going to pop
It could pop any time
You think to yourself
What will happen to my family
How bad will they be hurt
Death is unexspected
Your poem rings the truth, but I would suggest you might want to write about something other than death. You are to young to dwell on this subject. Your friend, Lynn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem and have given it a rating. I also have a poem titled life. If you would like to look at it please do, maybe it could serve to give you some ideas.God bless Juan.