At the end of the day when all is still
I've earned my pay, like I always will
My job is done, no more wells to fill..................
But who will be there for me?
I have chosen a path that is long and hard
My mind is spent, and my soul is scarred
I've learned that I never let down my guard..................
But there's nobody there for me;
It's a difficult task but I do my best
To comfort those who are weak and stressed
The nightmares come and I find no rest...................
Is there nobody there for me?
Perhaps there's a place where the soul finds peace
At the end of this road when the trials all cease
And the spirit soars high with a sweet release..............
I'll be free if you're there for me.
2/26/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous poem, Linda. We all need someone, particularly at those critical moments that you so eloquently conveyed here. I am struck more so by the thought of the person finding an inner peace, that the “who” is he. But there need be someone to expose the soul for it to be contemplated in the first place. The question of 'who will be there for me' is evidence to that fact. So “who” will expose the soul and therefore be there….? Your talent is boundless. Extraordinary poem.