Every life is filled with
its swings and roundabouts.
Life at times swings up
reaching new heights
and then swings down
until we wonder if
it will ever swing up again.
At times life is a roundabout
and catapults us into circles
around and around and around
making us dizzy and disorientated
and keeping us wondering
will it ever stop.
Swings and roundabouts
inherit our lives at every turn.
20 January 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem