I seek answers not yet told
Just a little peace of mind
Passing years quickly unfold
Response remains confined.
Crossing bridges not yet there
Time is not my friend
I listen to unanswered prayer
I've got little time to lend.
Few stones I have left unturned
They get heavier every day
Ancient lessons not yet learned
Please show me the way.
Help me please to understand
In my undeserved sorry plight
My prospect lies in never land
I still can't see the light.
My urgent goal is to understand
My determination still dares
I look for an out stretched hand
In my time reserved for prayers.
Beautiful poem, containing a very nice reflection of old age. Time flies indeed and the search for truth seems to never end. That makes the search for Truth with capital T so exciting, I think, Every little bit brings us a bit closer but never we will will know it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Few stones I have left unturned They get heavier every day.../// written excellently