There comes a time in life when hope
and dreams of old descend
into the fog of childhood veils
as times and places blend
The edges of a winding path
are often strewn with rocks
addictions that can hamper steps
with painful stumbling blocks
Illusions disappear like dew
when singed by challenges
of hardships worldly ways present
in fiery crucibles
What soul escapes the sword of fear
or counters bones grown cold
who then has risen up unscathed
when years on earth unfold
The eyes, the gait, the wrinkled skin
are proof and telltale marks
like maps with tributaries cut
by branding iron sparks
Some fight the process and the walk
some rather break than bend
some find acceptance and a faith
that lasts until the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very poignant and powerful piece, Liilia. Thanks