I realised a tease
The tighter you squeeze
The grains of sand
The more of them
Slip through your hand
No matter how tight
Your fist makes a fight
They just drain right out
Just like a misty stream
All glistening and gleam
There's just so many
Tiny grains of sand
That will ever fit inside
The palm of your hand
The gesture so grand
Loosen the grip and relent
And be quite content
With what you got,
If you stop and look
You'll find It's quite a lot....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem