Reaching out in this world, wanting to do so much, yet
living in poverty myself, having to invent new ways of
helping others.
Getting creative, thinking outside the box, living in
an imagination that gives me so many ideas and thoughts
to use.
Helping others without expecting anything in return,
loving and doing everything from my heart, for that's
the only way to help others and never count the cost.
Never looking back or expecting anything from anyone else,
doing what I do, living life in a bluened atmosphere, and
being loved by God in this lonely sorrowful world of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem