M-oments of happiness
A-re not all the time;
R-ays of the sun turn
I-nto an inclement clime.
E-ach day neath the sky turns into dark night;
L-onely past has become future burning bright.
D-usk turns into twilight,
E-ventide changes into morn;
L-aughter and delight
A-re transforming to mourn.
R-ight before your eyes,
O-rderly dream switches to strife;
S-unday October first,
A-ccept the wheel of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem