Another stormy night
Becomes a cloud filled day.
My thoughts ripple like a puddle,
While I keep on my way.
The birds chirp in the trees
Calling forth this season of spring,
But despite all that goes on around me
I worry about what the future may bring.
Whether the changes are good,
Or perhaps they turn out bad;
We all suffer these hardships of life,
And at times, everybody is sad.
So take that knife from your arm,
And get off of that train.
If we can all find something good in life,
Then I see no reason to complain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed there are good and bad periods in every ones life. Surely, one must learn to take things and situations in stride, that way one doesn't have to complain. A well articulated and nicely penned poem bristling with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.