If seed-time to sow time is to learn,
And harvest time for laurels to earn,
Comes winter when with cold,
Silvery sun from gold,
It's time to enjoy soft hues of sun,
Basking in smiling sun,
Deserving a heaven,
Truism is it from the times old.
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Musings |07.11.2017|
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great limerick with a meaningful message. Wonderful lines throughout this write that imparts wisdom.
Thank you Rose Marie, I find that Limericks have a great potential for further treatment. But the common perception is that they are slap-stick, or rather bawdy. In Sanskrit there are quatrains called Subhashitas. I have done a free translation of many of them into Limerick format. I find them a very useful tool.