Life is a riddle and to some a game
And yet some say a timeless train
We cry at birth, as if we know the pain
Of sickness, old age and death to blame
Along the way some come into our lives
While many will just pass us by
We get off at different stops, not knowing why
Then we board again, like bees to their hives
Some are lost, “Enjoy life; we have only one”
Some are blessed to know their purpose
Like a ship at sea guided by its compass
Others choose to stay and enjoy the fun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is life - it's a long theme. Besides riddle and game, life is also a boat, up and down with the sea of nature. Your poem made me thinking again.
We live our life according to the path that we have chosen; some call it karma and some say it is our soul contract. Whatever it is, we will live our lives with more purpose if we are fortunate to know our mission in this lifetime.