Problems, problems, problems,
We get them every day,
When we think we’ve solved them,
Yet more problems come our way.
We get no peace of mind,
When problems come to the fore,
Whatever answers we find,
We need to find more and more.
Why, when we soldier on,
Living a carefree life,
Do problems come our way,
To give us a Life of Strife?
Problems, problems, problems,
May be large or small,
To get back our sanity,
We have to solve them all.
The problem with problems is,
That one often depends on the other,
And one solution lost,
May cause us all more bother.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 23 December 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah I hate problems also... You jus can't get away from them! Good poem 10 from me. Kevin