Who holds the answer
To the problems that we face
Is there a way
To find an escape
Go to a party
Or a picture show
So for a few hours
Your life is on the go
But sooner or later
It's back to reality
And eventually
Your problems again you'll see
It was so much easier
Back when I was young
Life had little problems
We were too busy having fun
But as we grew older
Responsiblities began to mount
Knowing sooner or later
On problems we can all count
Now people with no problems
Seem to handle what comes their way
But those who are not able to
Will live with problems everyday
So if life has you worried
Because problems are always there
The one to remember
Most face some kind of despair
8-18-06/RJH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem