To improve tomorrow is merely a promise for the future,
but if one’s today is so much painful
that one closes his eyes,
one is already dreaming a beautiful tomorrow,
one’s dreams are better for one than that of yours,
touch his heart without any further delay,
so that one opens his closed eyes,
finds a friend to heal his wounds,
one needs your help and your relieving words,
right now when one is in a deadly pain,
tomorrow never comes,
do it right now,
no promises no more delay.
Everything has a beauty hidden in it
The hidden beauty of a lovely friend
are his immediate helping hands
or at least a few words of sympathy
that may reduce one’s pains.
No more promises
no more assurance of a bright future,
no more promises.
As a friend you know
one’s wounds are due to the broken promises.