Long have I traveled but none have I seen
As lovely as a quivering bud on a tree
That looked so old it might as well be dead
But the bud made it look so potential…
What now I know of life and keep knowing
Freedom and responsibility walk together
Nobody’s looking but there’s a nagging
Feeling of wanting something better for all…
The choice is yours to take whatever goes
Ignominy or glory, the path's not closed
Whether you run or walk it, nobody's looking
Take a hand or arm if offered - but do go on…
Sometimes you wish to step back awhile
Sit by the road and watch the world go by
But you just cannot, mind’s a whirl on things
To your left and to your right goes life…
Do not make excuses, it does not matter
Try rather make a steady step each way
Your choice if you falter, or go slower
Nobody is keeping track of your progress…
Life might have taken its toll on strength
Or taken away all the glory of yesteryears
As long as heart beats and voice is not stilled
You go on and on through more pages…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem