Going up and coming down
Life is like a swing
Sometimes joy, sometimes
Sorrow it does bring
Ahead you see the blue sky
And feel happiness
Behind someone there to push
With a smiling face
Going up and down you close
Eyes and feel light
Don't move fast over the limit
You may go out of sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life has different forms among A Swing is one which has been well composed by you. I appreciate this poem. Really beautiful.