Around the course of life we race,
usually at a gentle trot,
but at times, we go, at a frantic pace.
We jump each hurdle as they come,
some are very difficult,
others are really good fun.
So around, and around the course we go.
Until we come to the biggest hurdle of all,
that no one clears,
the hurdle where everyone falls.
And so we leave this earthly vale,
as off in to paradise we sail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem