The year's drift by, our eyes look around
Scenes placed in the memories space
Childhood remembered, love and understanding
Teenage years looking back with regret
Become an Adult, considered as grown up
As a child the happenings reside
Are taught and passed, if room inside
As you go about your days
These memories will stay with you
Until the day you die
Teenage years are development years
For your adult life, ahead
Troubled times raise their heads
Sometimes blocking paths intended
Decisions made, not wisely
Education needs to be expressed
Make time, no going back
Career choices made
Finding love and friendship
Yours for the asking
If in doubt do not pout
Turn the pages and reread
Onward with this newly found inspiration
The book of life is yours for any explanations
Meanwhile the hidden sands of time trickle by
The horrors of older age come to pay a visit
No warning hence as they jump the fence
They do not know when to leave
They walk with you casting their shadow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a process of drifting. We go through the time of youth and aging, happy and sorrow, success and regret... Such a life is balanced, and we continue to drift. That's true sometimes life lies in the drift.Your poem is insightful.