Life passes by us
Like the wind in a storm
Rushing off to nowhere
Containing no certain form
Days that once seemed to linger
Now travel by so fast
Stop sometime and think real hard
Why don’t they ever last?
From days as a childhood kid
The sun seemed to never set
The earth was our playground
It all seems so hard to forget
Then we age again and drift away
To places we think unknown
Little do we know they’ve been there before
It’s written right there in stone
Where to now we ask
Is one of many lines
Take the road and travel
And never look behind
Because when we grow old and we know we will
We’ll always have something to say
This life we’ve lived was sometimes good
We’ll meet again someday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, nostalgic, raw... and full of hope at the same time