There's a knock on the door
Hard times are here and they are staying a while.
We make them as comfortable as possible,
Praying they will leave.
They don't though.
They leave only to realize they left some thing.
We all have them.
They come in many forms,
Drugs, hunger, depression, death, self hate.
The grass is not greener on the other side, only a darker shade of brown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hard times with hope..very strong concluding line thank u