Sashaying around this mind, slow then faster, remembering to
genuflect and thank the Lord for every fascinating moment of
life.
Dreams building throughout the night, hoping to be worked
upon, fulfilled and becoming a reality, bowing to thoughts
of intellect as it echoes pleasures, failures and memories.
All collected in years of our lives, saved preciously so we
may relive them later on in our senior years when children
are grown and we sit and ponder where life has gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem