I can be angry. I can be
hurt. I can be sorry. I can
be a twerp. I could frown. I
could smile, with a perk. I can
hide my head, like a ostrich, in
the dirt. Pray you find your moon,
your stars, your earth. Wish you
joy. And hope much, , , you don't have
to curse... May you always find the
sunlight... May you always see your
worth...
Lovely words that give hope that carries the spirit to another tomorrow. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Becca Thanx for sharing this poem