The written word may become immortalized
The speaking dialog will be forgotten in time, paralysed.
Love letters may linger in an old wooden box
Alongside a keepsake from a lover's curled lock.
The poet may utter words we will forever retain
Some of joy, happiness, Love, and maybe some pain.
However, life will go on, so we must treasure each day
On our quest to find that map to show us the way.
Look to the signpost that will guide us on the right road
Then look to the friend that will lighten our load
A plea now and then won't go astray I do declare,
For there is always someone there to answer your prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem