They enter hallowed halls of learning
great dreams ambitious goals are churning
their young hearts innocently yearning
to change the world and how it's turning
Alas, how quickly flames are fading
how swift life's riptides drown their wading
love and obsession sear their burning
the will of flesh their truths invading
Soon warfields litter with transgressions
descent to sooty caves of passion
forgot all hope and highflown missions
then final pitiful contrition
Some don pale shrouds of doomed acceptance
while others fight without contrition
some cry some sigh some sadly die
a very few turn to the sky
There is no gorge so deep so steep
that mercy's fingers cannot reach
a soul prepared for their last gasp
may in the end forgiveness ask
Then will the gates of heaven's door
reopen and pourr gifts galore
much finer and much greater than
the dreams of youth and much much more
They enter hallowed halls of learning
great dreams ambitious goals are churning
their young hearts innocently yearning
to change the world and how it's turning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A parable in faith for youth and aged, 'the will of flesh their truths invading'