Work coupled with a little play
to keep us progressing through each day,
A feeling of warmth, as a sparkle of light
Of love conveying through each night.
A little fun, to overwhelm the lingering sorrow
Of each days strife - hoping for tomorrow.
A heap of confidence that before we die
We harvest our sowing and bid a good bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem