If you have reached
the last page of these words
remember this.
Love is still worth giving
Hope is still worth holding.
And life is still worth living.
There will be mornings
when the road feel uncertain
and nights when the answers seem far away,
But keep a little light inside your heath
Give love when you can
forgive when you are able,
dream when the world tells you not to.
And never forget the beauty of beginning again
for every heart for every story has another page
so close this book nut don't close your hearth
carry these words with you where ever life takes
you, and when you find love let it grow
when you find hope let it shine
and when you find your self standing
beneath another sunrise
remember that life is still writing your story..
scubie albie..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem