I spent years rambling in my boyhood mind
Then more years searching this adult earth to find
A place of sun, a place with no rain
Never seeing, it's all the very same
For the heart only goes where the mind won't follow
Lead with one, and the road is marked with sorrow
Life's journey is long, and many a bridge is crossed
Energy, wishes, dreams, are hours spent and lost
For no one knows who really leads the soul
We toss a coin and make it our goal
Hindsight is nostalgia through heart-tinted glasses
God help me to appreciate the time as it passes
For all does pass into a myriad of illuminated memories
Some fade, and others are long cherished ceremonies
Yet, all is gone with yesterday's urgent gleam
For tomorrow can always be another happy dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem