What we learn empirically throughout our many years
It starts when we are youngsters, wet behind the ears
Those many things experienced that were so fondly tasted
Alas, we find with memory loss, much of it’s been wasted
Suddenly lightning strikes with a remembrance long forgot
Reassuring us we haven’t completely gone to pot
In the hope to be enlightened with future memory spikes
We look forward most expectantly to future lightning strikes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem