By myself from birth
Alone in my youth
Longed for warmth in my adulthood
Waited and waited till my womanhood
Advance beyond my forty plus
And almost into my menopause
What happened to my youthfulness
Have I out grown my usefulness
Waited and still waiting for he who must come
When will I cross my Rubicon
Rejected, dejected and lonely
Alone, by myself, me and I only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really emotional. God cannot abandon His own. The answer is near