What's the use of striving,
Without an aim or end.
What's the use of poetry,
Unless one has a friend.
Poets joys are everlasting,
To share something new.
They paint it in the Heavens,
So all can magically view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous and lovely poem. Poetry has been beautifully and brilliantly analysed in this perceptive write. Liked the ultimate. stanza. Beautifully conveyed and crafted.
Thank you so much Rose Marie. You are so kind. Glad you liked it and take care. And I thank you again you are a gracious, good person.