Pintor: Sidney Harold Meteyard

TIME STILL WALKS THE ROAD

Your youthful life has been a futile king,
your outward form a jewel rich in worth;
from now on, time itself begins its work,
while the future prepares its fierce assault.

You played the opening move in life's great game,
fortune always grants that early chance;
the deck of cards was resting in your hands,
yet youth's bright play has vanished and is lost.

But time still walks along the winding road,
you still may win the trophies of ambrosia
and rise again from lifeless, fading clay.

Begin your wandering as a pilgrim now,
sowing white daisies in your shadowed fields.
Your destiny shall breathe the scent of glory. 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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