So many things to say
Yet, no one to say them to
So many things to do
But no one to do them with
So many places to go
But no one to accompany me
So many songs to sing
But no ears around to listen
So much love to give
But no one near to receive it
So many years left to live
No one to live them with
I guess that I was destined
To live life all alone
© 10-12-10/RJH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem