Make hay while it still shines
Bend your head once
Lower it twice and sway
Bend it thrice while singing
Still for four times and view
What counts did you observed?
How many memory does it carted away?
Not one? ha ha ha!
A day suffering can bring
That eternal pleasure
Work while you got the strenght
Dark hair work faster
Compare to your grey haircute
The sun is shining brighter
Don't neglect the hay that needs to dry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem