Through the way we tend to expect much
Through the way we come across tribulations
But who are we to expect pleasant and who are we
to expect misfortune
We are made by the image of God
Yet they still run away from us like we are zombies
Yesterday is gone
Yet the way has not ended
When are we going to get better?
When are we going to complete the journey?
We are disappearing already
Yet mother nature have not seen us
We were the first to go through the way
but we struggle to reach first
We the ones that runs faster
Yet we the ones that slack
We will always anticipate with delightful hearts
waiting for our time to come
Mother nature favours everyone
she just does not think we will all mature at the same time
Yes our time will come and it ought to find us ready
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem