Nobody knows.
To suppose or propose,
What the effect...
Of a tomorrow holds.
Or will bestow upon them.
With a leaving their decisions made,
As picked preferences...
Staying to remain unchanged.
Nobody knows what tomorrow holds.
Nobody knows,
With a certainty that guarantees...
Two steps forward with hoops to jump through,
Maybe less effective...
Than four steps back,
To recover from impatience and discovering 'that'...
As more successful than one perceived.
Producing an effect one accepts to believe.
And to then leave behind regrets.
Nobody knows.
To suppose or propose,
What the effect...
Of a tomorrow holds.
Until tomorrow comes.
To expose to those with it known,
Yesterdays are not meant to live...
Wishing for wants and dreams to remain,
Unchanged.
And those who believed that,
Eventually awaken to the facts.
With tears in their eyes,
Making attempts to fight them back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem