Am I worth listening to?
Am I the apple of anyones eye?
Do my words,
my hopes,
my dreams,
are they meaningful,
believable,
beyond my misdeeds?
Can I still be who I was
and still be who I am today,
though vastly different from yesterday.
Yesterday I was so much to you
today like memory I feel
I am fading from you
and I've much more wronged than
I have right
your distrust is your right.
I am still alive to myself and
maybe to those who like memory
do still remember
beyond my misdeeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are worth to be loved as human being, because you are created by God in His own image and likeness/ Forget about yesterday, the most important is what you are today. be happy with what you have today. Hugs, Meggie