The forces that shape us
like moulding of clay
are myriad powers
at work every day
From youth to adulthood
our feelings evolve
as changing conditions
engage and involve
They hammer our senses
and tug at our hearts
no one is exempted
we must play our part
Sometimes we are victims
of unconquered fears
and slow to be healing
as months turn to years
Yet who is among us
to stand up and say
the person you see here
can't find his own way
The forces and sources
and fears of our lives
are partners much closer
than most can surmise
The forces that shape us
like moulding of clay
are infinite powers
at work every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Like moulding of clay are infinite powers at work every day', so true, Liilia