Modern Poetry: Promise (Part 1)

The sun has no promise to the earth

But it rises on time from the east every day

The flowers have no promise to the earth

< p> But it opens as promised every spring

The spring breeze does not promise the earth

But it makes the earth green

Where is your promise?

Where did it disappear?

I wonder if you

can remember it occasionally like me

< /p>

Thirty years is a long road

Never look back

Because youth is too short

Footsteps Too hasty

Regardless of the ruggedness and muddy conditions

Strive all the way

Sad all the way

< p> I know

All roads

are far away from the desires of youth