Rumors will spread like bullets from a machine gun when am gone, only few of my friends will remember the good deeds that have done. Some will point finger and nail my past to the cross, all the sweet memories of my love life will be a loss.
Even though there's nothing new under the sun, but those I trust with my dreams and family will betray me and my son. The road ahead is dusty and full of snakes, nothing is safe here anymore like a room full of fake friends.
Life's a journey through the valley of uncertainity, even the place we call home is a sin city, many people will smile at you when you're prosperous and forsake you when you're under pressure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, it talks about the reality of life. Thanks