In the fleeting days of our youthful prime,
Where love and warmth are our constant rhyme,
A cherished home, a haven of peace,
Where we bask in parents' love, and life's sweet lease.
But alas, the world is ever-changing,
And time's unrelenting march is daunting,
For as the years go by, we must accept the truth,
That parents won't always be near, that it's the sad proof.
For though we may yearn to hold them tight,
And pray that they never leave our sight,
Life's capricious nature is beyond our control,
And in time's unyielding embrace, they must leave our fold.
The thought is enough to make us cry,
The reality that they will say goodbye,
But we must treasure each moment we share,
And love them with all our heart and care.
For they have nurtured us with love so pure,
And their unyielding care has been our shepherd so sure,
Their selfless sacrifice, a gift so fair,
A beacon of hope, an unfailing care.
Let us bask in their love and grace,
And let not the distance between us replace,
For though they may not always be near,
Their legacy of love and care will always be here.
And as we embrace the truth with a heavy heart,
That one day, they will have to depart,
Let us be grateful for the time we share,
And cherish their memories with unbridled flair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem