Some things delight but have no root
and quickly are forgot
some stay a while in memory's store
and fade as oft as not
Some things will cling for many years
to guide and point the way
and yet in time they are replaced
by new things and new days
But deep within and unobserved
are things that never part
those things define a life because
they're seared upon the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem