I know I was a lively child,
you do not need to hear,
for you can see it in my smile,
yet that could disappear.
For I am grown, a man knows how
to bear a heavy weight,
the challenge that some disavow,
we often call our fate.
And every child is full of grace,
yet life can wear us down.
The world turns at a hectic pace,
and peace is rarely found.
I whisper silent prayers for all,
as years go drifting by,
that everyone may heed the call,
to find their wings and fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a peaceful way to fly, to soar above the ground and the only noise around is the wind passing over the gliders wings. a lovely read Barry. Annette
My flight is totally metaphorical. Never been in a glider but I would love to do that.