Signs along the way, showing which way to go,
leaving disturbances behind while wending the
way down avenues of yesterday.
Taking time with innate talent and many gifts
given in life, rotating, revolving in episodes
that hold my hand, taking me into tomorrow's
setting sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely picture of yesterdays and tomorrows through the sign posts along the way is indeed a great idea. Thanks.