We wander, but we can never seem to find,
The wonder and magic of a keen child,
Because we are so deadened by cruel Time.
We never recognise the warning signs,
Until it is too late to change our ways.
We've forgotten how to laugh and play.
We wander, like exiled strangers through life's
Mazes in a vain search to glimpse the Light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem