Lost on a beaten path
tired but I'm not going to
think about turning back
just thinking of the perfect times
when I’d follow whatever trail
I happened to be wondering on
''oh, what a perfect life''!
Following my feet today
I know everything
will turn out okay
''just taking a step at a time
and then 'one giant leap
for mankind''...
''oh, what a perfect life''
Even with all of its strife
I just think
it's perfectly, alright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when i write a poem i leave a little bit of myself for someone else if no one reads my poem it doesn't matter because i have healed myself by baring my soul, to write poetry is a gift, so enjoy that gift kind regards allan james saywell