Like the tide at sea
That rises and ebbs
With the phase of the moon
The wheel of life flows
In an up and down movement
It is constantly turning
Never static nor permanent
It raises you up at times
And at other times
It brings you down
Change is the only thing
That is ever constant
In the wheel of life
The rest are just fleeting motions
In the endless march of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good write about life.Indeed, change is the only thing that is ever constant. Great piece.