The world is like a cloth,
A cloth that is torn.
A rug that is worn,
That bites the body like a worm.
Today everything is new
Tomorrow it's whacked.
Friends are now on your way,
Tomorrow no one on your side.
Only to be left relinquished.
You have it on you hands,
Holding them tight,
But tomorrow you lose it.
You are in love,
Tomorrow you are in a world
of broken hearted.
When things are changing,
And things become challenging
That's when life changes.
The sun shines at night,
The moon glitter on the day.
This is when we shall for sure
know that God is mending
the torn world.
A non versatile world.
A world where friends
are always on your side.
In pain and in joy,
In tears, in sorrows
No matter the situation
people are still on your side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem