Like our lives there are endless days of rain;
When all that seems to remain is the constant pain,
With those strikes of lightening we're left feeling weaker;
And when the thunder pounds we feel even bleaker,
But just remember do not stay too long weak of heart;
As those clouds will surely move on & depart,
When we're aching & oh! so blue,
It's wise to count on good friends who are true;
Knowing that there's always tomorrow, when the sun will shine again;
And that there is peace to be found at the Rainbow's End.
Sept.13/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem