The Fog of Life has taken over,
Where are we going?
Or is it all over?
Lost in the crowds,
No personal make over,
Disappointing clouds,
Seem to be taking over,
What tempest is brewing,
In human mind, yonder?
Always we wonder,
Always the question,
Of Why are we here?
Trying to guess the future,
Ignoring what is,
So dangerously near.
I must admit that I live 99.9999% in the present without considering tomorrow. But with 6 children, I fear for their tomorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words for thought! Very interesting and profound