I see all the young lovers
As they go about their day;
Forgetting all their troubles
Absorbed in their joyous ways.
How I wish I were like them.
Alas it seems I'm condemned
To play the part of Hamlet;
As life piles up deep regrets.
Spring's flowers have now withered.
I have no faith to face dread.
I've no love or light to lean upon:
O it seems time waits for no one!
Excellent poem, beautifully captured and perfectly worded. I have enjoyed this gorgeous poem. A 10 Full score and much much more! God´s Blessings.
Thanks Sylvia..much appreciated....the poem reflects how I feel from time...I'm actually quite happy currently!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Human life does not always follow a straight line. We are unique as an individual member of our society. So much similarity yet so much dissimilarity. Thanks for sharing the poem.
Thanks Rajnish...I wholeheartedly agree with you. I try as best I can to reflect the whole gamut of human emotions from light to dark in my poetry