The life I lead is like poems
in which I am the poet
the actions I take will write each verse
Even though I may not think it…..
Occasionally I might look back
At the verse of times gone by
And realize there is no rhyme
Leaving just one question...how?
I try to figure out
Why rhyme is not made clear
And soon I see that here and there
It's been more far than close……..
And finally now I have come to see
I know I am almost there
But out of reach is that one last edge
It just seems so untouched……..
But soon enough the problem is solved
And I have reached my time
The answer is: find the meaning of life
And I will get my rhyme………….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem