In life to marry or to be single?
Is left to our discretion in this world;
To stay aloof or like streams to mingle?
Has demerits /merits like youth/ age-old.
To sit ashore and never go to sea,
Afraid of dangers yet, wanting the feel;
The sea-sick sailor yearns to land quickly;
All walk on Soles, sometimes on tips and heel.
When body’s strong, one ventures to do things;
But mind must come to take some kind of risk;
After a stage, take whatever life brings,
But never shirk any time being brisk.
Whatev’r we are, in whatever a state,
Into our souls we must, God re-instate.
6-19-2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem