We all have memories along; with hope, and dreams for what ever? 'All kinds of things, ' I say.
I'd like to share; with you the answer: face, all the facts, dreams that don't come true.
We are all passing...........through tomorrow; with what?
Dreams that don't come true. Memories and hope that fill to the top of all kinds of dreams, that don't happen.
As we all face the facts, that dreams, don't come true..........but tomorrow our dreams may come true.............TOMORROW!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem