We all hope for a better life
than the one we lived before.
More happiness and more love
that we can explore
contentment and peace of mind
the things we all search for,
as it is hard to find.
Some days we seem like robots
walking on an endless treadmill.
On other days, our dreams transpire into reality.
Our decisions are always cloaked in darkness,
our thoughts unguided missiles
going this way and that.
We want a better life,
but it is choosing that
that confuses us at times.
If we go down the right road,
how do we know it is right?
We cannot turn back
until we’ve reached the very end.
Always hoping that at the end
a better life is around the bend.
27 May 2008
Woulda...coulda....shoulda.....and all the other unanswered questions sure can keep you awake at night....the only thing we can do....is the best we no how and hope for the best: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem