Listen young one to a haunting song.
Listen to the song of life:
a happy tune in the dawning,
a sad refrain at eventide.
Measure not your life in numbers
nor reckon it in years;
No one counts the joys and laughter
or the moments of sorrows and tears.
Youth is a time for beautiful dreams,
for weaving a bright future;
But time waits not for those who slumber -
so wake up! Seek a glowing ember.
In pursuit of a bright vision,
you may reach the top of the world;
But don't forget to always keep
the truth that man shall grow old.
Hear now young one the birdlings at morn,
the chirping of crickets at night;
While you may, sing with your heart
the enchanting song of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written heartwarming poem...............10+++++++++++