Reality has no feelings, when it shows you the walk of life.
Rugged, embedded with truths that slice like a knife.
Sought feelings only seen threw a broken window.
Desperate hands that reach, never to get a hand full.
Ironic statements that cover my time here.
Now the past is gone I can see very clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Present is the reality, very sharp and clear. Past is gone, Future is unpredictable.......Nice write Lesten!