I have searched long and searching still
to find in life some lively thrill
for years I have endured the pain
and in vain found no drop of gain
Trekked the world from North to South
and found no smile to grace my mouth
looked up to the heavens and sapphire skies
yet tears are all that bedew these eyes
swam with the sun from East to West
and all in between I do detest
a hundred pennies to the wishing well
and one hundred times my hopes did fell
slept my sorrows away to the night
and awoken to them by the morning light
this is my life from day to day
yet I wished it was some other way
To find love as did Helen of Troy
or bedew this tongue with a drop of joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hardest thing is love, to find But such words make the search so much more beautiful, refined