When we're walking in the park, on a road trip, sitting on the floor at 1:34 am...
poem
I hope you’ll tell
of your long day
of all your dreams
and of life’s fray
I long for cures
to my own pain
but bearing yours?
I count it gain
I hope you’ll tell
of your long day
of all your dreams
and of life’s fray
I long for cures
to my own pain
but bearing yours?
I count it gain
Short, simple, sweet and portrays so much!
Gain, indeed. Wonderful poem!