Her hair has been cut
To follow the style
But it's so short
It will take awhile
To grow as it was
So long and straight
With curls at the end
I just cannot wait
Her face has changed
To follow the style
Eyes that were bright
Are as dark as night
And no longer the smile
Which stole my heart
But just a mask
Of which she is part
Her life it seems
Is to follow the style
While mine
Is to follow her heart
Her life it seems Is to follow the style While mine Is to follow her heart A very interesting poem and thoughtful as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely sentiment. May I guess that you are writing about a child or a grandchild who has chosen to go her own way? I loved the poem; it brought back so many memories.