The waves roll in, the waves roll out
Pushing and pulling with out end
Caught in their grasp life is a rout
Leading where I cannot comprehend
Ceaselessly the waves wax and wane
Dragged from here, deposited there
Their disregard is somehow profane
Leaving the heart filled with despair
Nothing changes, nothing remains the same
Life's endless tides sculpting anew
New artwork created inside a new frame
The tides of time one can never subdue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully penned. These waves can certainly give a wild ride. Never warning. Yet somehow inner strength and determination keep us going.