It seems as if to deceive is nice;
as if your power has struck once more.
It seems as if you can be bad,
and have the last laugh.
It seems that yet I pray and pray,
I cannot get what's mine;
It seems as if the light has shunned
the rules that nature lay.
It seems as if time kills your rhyme;
and takes all good away.
It seems as if there is no way.
To catch a fish with no stick.
But,
There is one thing that we must do.
and that is to never forget,
That a God exists above the sky.
And what's more,
In our HEARTS too-
He lays himself in us to make.
This life fruitful.
And suggests not to worry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
making life fruitful, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.