I’m not happy,
And I’m not sad.
I’m not looking,
To my future,
But that’s not bad.
I’m looking,
To my own past,
When I had hope,
And a promise,
For a tomorrow.
I planted trees,
Somewhere, back there.
And I’m waiting,
For them to grow,
To bless the world.
Little ones, like me,
Grown and free,
Would bring joy;
Contributing,
To humanity.
By: ElRoy © 2019
