Sabaydii,

Maybe, I am in a mood to write something. The poem, or
to be exact a free verse, came into being. It is
called the river of life or in Lao, Saythan Sivith. In
summary, it is very much what I experience in life and
what I get out of it.
*****

The river of life

Being a child,
Life is a small boat
Floating in the pond
Pleasant…not an iota of worry.

Being an adolescent,
Life is a swift current
Fighting its way through the towering rocks
Fiery…life and death matter.  

Being a family man,
Life is like a small boat floating in the big ocean
Each wave fierce, each tide your last moment
Happy and sad, no much difference.

Reaching an old age,
Life is like a fish
floating with the current
wherever it takes…

Never realizing 
This is the river of life
Everyone has to pass
A mistake to be learned
An accomplishment to be savored
At times, it is worth remembering
At times, it is better to forget
It includes both your dream and reality
Your life has fought for.

After all said and done,
Nothing is certain
Nothing is desirable
Everything comes and goes

Those who know this secret
Those who understand this truth
Is a wise man
For he lives life as it is
Not a burden, not this not that.
*****

Hakphaang,
Kongkeo Saycocie