in the dark
of a burnt out park
lie the hearts of a few
wandering what to do
left alone
vulnerable and prone
nowhere to stay
bodies burnt away
searching
and guessing
at what lies in the shadows
or for what hangs from the gallows
waiting and holding on
for lovers that are gone
Why not better times ahead, but we can only live each moment at a time. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look on to the light........the bright light where heaven waits, love and happiness are there waiting for you...........