There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
No matter how fast, nay vast,
I cast my mind into the past,
To contrast the blast of craft,
In Empress Bridges' purest text,
My heart's truest tempest -
Bursts, busts, then baste to be the best.
I have been on earth's surface eight thousand days and counting, yet I didn't trudge,
I have stood in the face of adversity countless of times, yet I didn't purge.
My faith kept me going, and my dreams move forward with a tidal surge.
Please do not judge me - because it's never in me to judge,
Everything I've worked for; is for me not to be a sponge.
Every little thing I do, every little thing I say,
Unleashes contour aligned for me to be fulfilled this way,
For me to flourish and be boundless as did this bay,
Yes, all for the best to come to me this day!
An impeccable reflector of deep ingenious conviction and emotion. Good syntax! I could relate to it so well and the authoral tone is majestic (in its own way) . Thumbs up, Jerry IV. Happy birthday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Samuel, I felt your literary tangent.