We wait for something
on the other side of tomorrow,
as if something special
is waiting on us in the new morning,
as if it is destined to be
the greatest day of all days
and yet today holds its promises,
holds the joys and delights
that at times is happening
and sometimes also the suffering and pain
that does shape us for the future
and sometimes being alive and truly living
is present in only one unforgettable moment in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'' the joys and delights /.. /.. also the suffering and pain / that does shape us.. '' a well penned write, Gert. Thanks for sharing