the days are getting cloudy for me,
storm clouds over my head,
so dark, i can barely see,
the storms have passed by me.
the swetness of life, has passed me by,
of my life, the storms have went,
and i look forward to when i die,
the storms have passed me by.
of the Lord, i'll meet and see,
to be with Him, ever more,
and there, i'll never need to plea
the storms have passed by me.
Hey, there may be corners to turn yet jim, and surprises to encounter in peaceful weather. An Indian summer might come and change your mind. But, for all that, I understand this line of thought only too well. Nevertheless, sometimes I hope. The image of the storm is very powerful and meaningful, as is the fading of the light, in line 3 of verse 1 - which reminds me of the song 'Not dark Yet' by Dylan (about your age - maybe a wee bit older) which he wrote just a few years ago. Another good write jim. Keep them coming. jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
he probably meant it... peace to you