When the rose of romance withers,
And the heart is sere and dry-
And you gaze upon the wreckage-
Of your life and wonder why…
How what was once a thing of beauty-
Is now a desert harsh and bare,
And you search for lost emotions,
And no longer find them there…
When that love you thought eternal-
Has spread its wings and gone-
And you find the "road less traveled,
Is the one you walk alone.
"Why? " Eternal question that!
So weak, and so forlorn-
It makes a person wish that they-
Never had been born.
The loneliness consumes you-
And you cannot even weep,
And you find yourself oft praying,
That Death comes in your sleep.
But the rose of love blooms early-
When the future looks so bright.
But you find it disappearing-
As you enter twilights night.
Good rhythm and rhyme, John, and it flows nicely. I like it.
Good poem. Good rhymes. It happens to all of us. Even Trump i guess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When that love you thought eternal- Has spread its wings and gone- And you find the " road less traveled, Is the one you walk alone. Always the sense of loneliness appear in your poems. find joy in simple things and do a wonderful good act of love for the less deprived. These acts kill our loneliness. t ony