He walked through the sands of time.
Looking for a true love to find.
But all that he ended up with was his old hound dog and a bottle of wine.
And he thought that this was just fine.
But he continued to get more lonely.
So the search began again for his one and only.
He didn't know if he would find her at the library or bookstore.
Or if she would just walk up and knock at his front door.
He knew that he just had to give it some time.
And he must keep a positive mind.
Then one day she would come into his life.
And he would make her his loving wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some waits are endless and waste of life and time