Ah! here comes season's wave
Pulling me amidst of sorry
And nigh comes shame.
This the moments I set my sight
On view of where, when
I did bad....
So wrong or right?
But, what do I get to say?
That I could boast of? .
There began the January sun,
The April's shower
Bathed the crust,
Behind laid I seemed unlucky.
Just like the unknown thief,
August, you stole my last hope
Oh!
September walked in, counting
days like stopwatch;
The year is fast ending.
Dear God, would I not slap
My chicks and call myself
A fool?
Weak and useless, ending this
Year with nothing? .
Lo! when the world is evil,
No one thrives with all his
Strive to rise.
If you blow large by working
Harder, wonder not;
I bet you, I would be
better of.
Even so, yet, I breathe in peace,
Hopping on for a victorious End......
If you would care,
Holy Ghost fire the evil in men
And the world will
Be of good men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem