Without tranquilllity we recollect
the past until serenely we look for-
ward to a future that the blithe expect
will be far better than the days of yore,
although tomorrows never can be better
than yesterdays from which you’re exiled by
a past where salty tears you sowed were wetter
than wildernesses where one day you’ll cry.
3/9/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On reflection this may always be a great piece of work.Love Duncan