Life is like a candle,
It burns itself out.
But oh! How it burns,
In the short time it does.
And the flame of that candle,
Flickers so bright.
Wavering, like a tree in a storm,
From side to side.
Easily blown out, its never stable,
In this world,
Where peace is scarce,
It dies out. Poof! Just like that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem of good image