Baby...
We all have awakened to have those 'maybe' days!
With a feeling of 'maybe' we will.
Or 'maybe' we wont...
Do what is expected,
At the expense of slighting...
Someone respected that depends on us.
And did not suspect,
To have a trust taint or dust.
And as soon as those twenty-four hours are done,
We can breathe easier that a fresh batch of new ones...
We can look forward to welcome.
And then maybe, baby...
On the other hand,
Some days end as the Sun descends and reflects.
And we find ourselves sitting in retrospect,
Thankful we had the best days yet.
So baby,
Don't fret!
You are not alone,
When you feel upset.
Some days we just awaken,
To those 'maybe' days we can not shake away.
And maybe some will...
And maybe some wont care,
As long as there is a plan...
To leave them behind,
Without prolonging the despair!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem