The infant looks around and wonders...
To love in her mother's embrace she surrenders.
The child holds the father's hand as they walk through the forest.
For with him beside, her heart is at rest.
The teenager is puzzled about the shackles.
Why does she need them in a world filled with joy and crackle?
The adolescent tastes power.
Power to do what is right by her and not merely hover.
The young adult smells love, not hers yet.
Doubtful at times, hopeful that from above its set.
The adult thrives to persevere when life does not go her way.
She smiles heavenward and murmurs, 'where is it you want me to go? '
The aged is grateful for life in all.
Soon it will be time to move on, standing tall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem