Next Saturday, Sunday, today and tomorrow
Our paths may cross then go different ways,
Moments of gladness and moments of sorrow,
Alternative feelings on alternate days.
One day a rainbow and clouds silver-lined,
The next, angry skies, grey and sad,
Two lonely hearts for a moment entwined
Looking forward to what we once had.
The sun in the heavens will sink to a low,
A blue moon ascend in its place
And short, bitter-sweet the sensations we'll know
As the depth of the future we'll face.
In a week we will weaken, forgive and forget
Then wait for another to purge our regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem