Day after Day.
I seem so confused.
My mind begin to fill the strain
I think that I am wasting time.
Because I don't understand the things that I do
I close my eyes and clear my mind.
Thus my heart is heavy with sadness.
My mind seem to be a ship drifting away.
I stop to think.
Think of fields of amber waves of grass.
Blowing in the wind.
Green fields of clover and flower scent sweet.
I stop and think of rainy day and stairs in the night.
Little children running and laughing through out life.
I stop to think of better day to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem