Good things come to those that reap,
This heart beats on, I sadly weep,
Chasing dreams that never come,
Thoughts of days when life was fun,
Too many tears, each passing day,
This constant maze,
Can't find my way!
Picking up pieces,
Slap in the face!
Desperate for strength,
Losing the race,
A shoulder to cry on,
True friends are rare,
Longing to feel the fun of the fair,
The winds of change are those I seek,
Good things come to those that reap.
Jayne Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pragmatic write. I totally agree with you what you say, 'true friends are rare '. A meaningful poem.. Top score
Thank you for your encouraging words.