Memories, like sands of time
Can softly drift between the lines
No matter where your steps lead to
Memories, come calling you
Think not of pain, think not of sin
As crosses borne imprisoning
Think instead, of them as guides
That light the dark and ebb the tides
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sober thoughts brilliantly woven in an insightful poem. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, George.
My goodness...thank you, Chinedu!