Sometimes I drown in life
On seas of emotion
At times of strife
Sometimes I sink without trace
Plunging to depths
With expressionless face
Sometimes I dive into chasms
Where meaningless tasks
Wear invisible masks
Sometimes there’s no rhyme and no reason
For intrinsic distress
That I cannot redress
Sometimes I have no useful direction
And feel lost in a dream
With no self-esteem
Sometimes I am not that effective
And the wondering mind
Is a little unkind
Sometime in the future, maybe
In a flush of guilt
My life will be re-built
And sometime I will come through this time
With a satisfied smile
That lasts all the while
with thanks to Mauva Kiffin for the idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem