By what infinite measure shall we weigh
The joy and sorrow that visits each day..
Who can say which is greater
Who holds the scale between now and later..
From joy the happiness from sorrow the pain
Making our lives full with the loss and the gain..
By their balance we are bound
Within each our growth is found..
The sting of time dances on
In the night and early morn..
Singing of love gained and love lost
We are left to count the cost..
Joy and sorrow we should not fear
For they shall mark every year..
That we draw breath upon the earth
Showing to each of us what love is worth..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Rick. Thanks for sharing.