I am just
A caretaker,
I don't own,
This beautiful earth
Nor its inhabitants
Everything is ephemeral,
Nothing lasts...
Both
Pain and pleasure,
Are transient
Even the firefly,
That burns bright,
In the night
Has to one day
Give away,
It's light
Nevertheless,
I do owe,
This beautiful earth,
To my future
Generations
After me,
These stars, sky and seas
Hills, valleys and springs,
This paradise
Are all theirs
To inherit
Nothing belongs to me,
I am here, today
I will be gone, tomorrow
Alas!
Some days I wonder,
Aren't we fools?
We toil our lives,
To make mighty mansion,
And finally hit our graves,
In the ground
Each one here,
I see is in a race,
Carving their own path,
Creating their own niche,
Trying to attain fame, name and glory
Even those who achieve this,
Eventually,
Are reduced to frames,
Hanging on the walls,
Becoming part of history...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything is ephemeral, Nothing lasts... Both Pain and pleasure, Are transient.... the fleeting nature of all that we experience here on earth lifts us up to the Almighty. this is my experience in my life. God bless u for this poem. tony