The poem of life
may rhyme or may not
it's put out in stanzas -
whatever you've got.
The poem of life
is sometimes a ditty
a ballad, a sosnnet
sad, lovely or witty.
Some couplets may falter
and burn into ash
as love affairs enter
proverbial crash.
The poem of life
now childish, now grand
reflects the old psyche
asserting its' stand.
The poem of life
will change as you enter
that scary old place
they call 'Senior Center.'
The poem of life
though wobbly in rhyme
is something YOU wrote
you know 'it is mine.'
The poem of life
ah, think of it how
your kin that is next
will treasure it now.
Or maybe your poem
was written in sand
that's even better -
in trash it won't land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Your kin that is next will treasure it now', your kin will certainly treasure your poem of life and poetry of your life