I say to myself.
I work hard for my bread.
Why should I thank God?
What would have been
if a drought or flood
destroyed all the harvest?
If you became sick?
or met with an accident?
i realize
nothing is in my hands.
God I thank You.
(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .
Very true, we can just do the assigned and leave the rest to the disposer 10 perfect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's very touching.. yes nothing is in our hands when you look around... Yeah I guess I went through this poem at poetfreak.. Well said..and written..keep up..10 here you go..