Nobody reads the words I write.
Nobody cares if I'm wrong or right.
Nobody hears the words I'm saying.
Worst of all nobody's paying.
Oh, Cheer up Is happens to all of us sometime, Our words not worth a worthless dime But the satisfaction still exists To have cleared out a little Of your inner mist. Very original, well written.
I am! Good poem. I like it. Welcome to PoemHunter. Some of my poems talk of prayer as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The words in this poem touches hearts and minds, but does not echo through out time.