Life is a story in volumes three,
The past the present and the yet to be!
Life is for living come what may,
When the first is over,
Its laid away.....
Memories are made,
By what we do and say,
The second we look at,
Day by Day.....
The third and the last,
The Volume three,
Is hidden from sight,
And God keeps the keys!
No one is perfect,
That is sure.....
When we are done,
With our life on earth,
Always believe,
God will call us to his place to be!
And there,
A beautiful dryad will form,
Another life for us to see!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Sushana. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks