Weather or not is not the question it use to be.
But because its in the end that we never ask.
These things that we need to know.
All things that we wish we did.
I've never seen the waking wonders
till I seen the wonder in your eyes.
Of my darling little one and her surprise.
But not as surprised as I was.
The world may stop and never start.
The green may turn a terrible brown.
When in dying lasting breaths,
we find the perfect words.
That somedays we were,
and somedays we are.
But there will never be a
someday I could of.
i love the way this poem is written. i love it! ! ! ! good work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.. Somedays.. I really like this one...