Drifting, going wherever waves of life take us,
at times wondering why or where we're headed,
trying to plan our futures.
Going to school, work, or having families and
responsibilities to take care of, doing the
best we can with what we have worked for.
Hoping it will last and be enough to take care
of all we have to do before dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem