When trophies rained upon my neighbor's yard,
With not a trickle spilling down my lawn,
Seems that misfortune fell on me so hard,
Thru nights of darkness without hints of dawn;
Time pelted me with woes that I can't shake,
To fill my cup to fullness ever since
That day, this yoke my shoulders vowed to take,
That all my brows, with saline sweats would rinse;
But lifeline bridged the sea, cast from your hands,
To fetch this castaway from raging waves,
At last in your embrace I found dry lands,
Your eyes, the guiding stars this sailor craves;
..... Let trophies rain, but love is what I've sought,
..... Or else, the sunshine, bright, that your love brought.
Thank you Liza Sud Russia. It is a delight to be commented by you. Have a nice day.
Rex! it's a lovely poem with a happy end! Time pelted me with woes that I can't shake, To fill my cup to fullness ever since - very soothing effect!
Thanks David Wood. It delights me no end hearing from you. Nice day to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, Liza Sud Russia. A great delight to hear a comment from you. Have a nice day.