They whirl
They swirl
They spin around
They sweat
They grin
They hit the ground
These are the young performers
Whose cobweb hopes and dreams
Are fragile as small dewdrops
That die in life's sunbeams
They whirl
They swirl
They spin around
They sweat
They grin
They hit the ground
Feet sore
Bones tore
They can't be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Fragile as small dewdrops that die in life's sunbeams', how wonderfully worded! !