From where do they come,
Where do they go?
Warm like summer,
Cold like snow
Ups and Downs,
Anger and joy,
As if our hearts,
Were there to destroy.
Human emotions,
Don't understand,
Most of us need therapy,
Just even to stand,
And who says the Therapist,
Can give you a hand,
A perfect stranger,
In your psychotic land.
Human emotions,
Who does really care?
If you're lost and lonely
In Life's empty chair,
Looking for the answers
That never are there,
Looking for the Love
Ready to share.
You bravely and poetically express your soul in this one, Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aristotle, Freud, and other wise people have written of the futility of expecting happiness. Now Sandra has joined their ranks with a lovely poem.