Keep the gaggle of friends you choose,
all bundled for the night.
Think not the precious things you lose.
Not chose those friendlies right.
And now the loving words have changed;
replaced by common threat.
Seek ye live your life to wrong
gaze back to where you're at.
No hope for you to walk to long
down narrow passage ways.
And hope so deep with-in your heart
or dream the day he stays.
It's not all that you get from him
that marks the race is won.
It's all the love you're putting in
That keeps him there til dawn.
Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Jul/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's not all that you get from him that marks the race is won. It's all the love you're putting in That keeps him there til dawn amazing poetry!