Another dream, I watch drift away,
They are like clouds, arriving in our life,
Never knowing, how long they will stay.
Many we never recognize, when they are here
Then in the future, we look back at the time,
Memories, so precious, and dear.
Dreams, are what keep us striving, to meet another day,
We do not control, the directions, paths & ways,
How much effort and courage, your willing to sweat, and sway,
will expand or conceal your options, until the bells ring,
The end of this life's stay
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I would like to translate this poem
The comparison of dreams to clouds is perfect. The rhyming scheme is amazing