Life is a journey of nowhere
We may come at the same time
But never to return as we came
That is the mystery one cant explain
Life is a race of many
A race with many winners
Full of thorns and scoffers
No one knows the finishing line
Life needs strength and focus
Strength fails many and they fell
Friends pass by without help
When will it stop we all ask
Life is like the rose
So beautiful in its morning
But fades when the sun rises
Some are out of the race
While some are coming
Death we can see is the finishing life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem