They come, keep coming, it never ends
Sweet and mean, in every shape
Scorching waves ripple through
Crumbling hopes of coming through
A test they fail again and again
And fail to realize it’s a trial they face
An ordeal believed to be passed so great
I wonder what they miss at haste
11 March 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem