In the spring of life it started
Everything was like the oyster
Un explored, and no one knew about the pearl.
As the summers came and went
A bit of nectar from the flowers
Dared remain to lift the spirits of a girl.
But, too soon, it was forgotten
Like a life that fails to follow in
The footsteps set before . . . and many fall.
In the autumn of their years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem