Life teaches you some things early, such as
To give it all up; lose those desires
For that one's love; or for that one;
And for that one special love you once craved,
Which was a different sort altogether,
From someone with only one drab color
Within their entire being;
Like craving peaches from a pear tree,
It could never come to pass.
And after a while it ceases to pain you any more
So that in time, you can tell all these lost loves,
Come walk across me now; I am only a pile of ashes,
And the fire is many ages cold.
Cooled flames never kept anyone from sleep,
And only threaten the peace for a little while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a cruel mistress but you put it so well in this poem. Ruthie