Life is a song
That's sung each day
By what we do
And what we say.
The constant beat
Of its scheme.
The rhythm
Of its daily theme.
The bridges crossed.
The chorus of feat—
And, sometimes,
Refraining in defeat.
The pitches, curves,
Vibratos and runs.
Ad lib, and everything
Under the sun.
Life is a song
That's sung each day
By what we do
And what we say.
And everyday,
May such song
Be sweetly sung
All along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a kind of happy go lucky poem. I liked the simplicity of it and how the poet has said so much in just a few words. Nice poem.