Once more the fiery ball around
An old year out, a new one found
And on we spin in merry twist
Some chances gained and others missed..
How simple now the whole world seems
To callow youth with restless dreams.
No burdens yet the shoulders bear,
Not yet known the weight of care.
Against the world we pit our strength
And learn our measure breath and length
Unyielding earth bends to our will;
We love the power, we hunger still.
In prime of life we take control,
We set our course then onward roll
And in our sweep is borne along
Our kith and kin the weak the strong.
On-marching time rolls back the years.
We turn to grey through age or cares,
Then for our moment we are wise,
We soar on wings and rule the skies.
Now stooping man with silver hair
Hankers back to yesteryear,
Marveling where the time has gone;
Ready to pass the baton on..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am absolutely clueless as to how this poem was not read by everyone. The universal truth within can appeal to all. The truth within is like a song. In perfect key and brings about much reflection. Not melancholy or morose, not regretful and sad but honest and forthright. This moment of wisdom attained and earned should be read by all. The cadence, the essence and flow is flawless and deserves great respect and admiration.