Wheel To Rotate Poem by Chan Mongol

WHEEL TO ROTATE
poem by Chan Mongol
December 12 of 2020



Life is for glossy young skin and young blood;
For older people, things are getting day by day hard.

Youths are with full moon in the Spring with fresh leaves;
For older folks, the winter is at the door what nature gives.

With multiple choices young people live good;
Older folks are unwanted in the neighborhood.

The wheel of life is rotating by the science of nature;
Today's baby will be old and worthless in the future.

Youths are at the dawn or in midday in left, right, left;
But older folks are at the edge, about to get the sunset.

We call it the sunset and saying so is a mistake;
The sun and stars as we see don't set, don't get bad fate.

Creatures are born to die and go through the process;
With the birth, childhood, young age and the old age.

Ancient folks said that an old or a dead goes to the sky;
To add on as one of zillions of stars to no more die!