Life swings
Following the
Incessant movement
Of the mind,
Back and forth
Like a pendulum
Between the past and the future
It rests for a fleeting moment
At both ends of the swing
But never at the middle of it
The present moment
Until the swing losses
the momentum
and comes to a complete rest
never to swing aging
never to think again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem