Like children at play we begin Life’s journey,
Push our frail bark into the stream of Time,
That flows from snow-capped Mountain.
With no care; Singing and laughing as our boat glides
Upon the tide wending its way through steep rocky banks,
And meadows with bushes and plants all abloom, with sweet fragrant flowers.
Until we arrive in the Great Ocean where we are battled and tossed by the angry waves. Onward and onward.
For three score years and ten. Then we are cast forlorn and shipwrecked upon the shore of a strange land.
From: Jose, Nicholas, The Literature of Australia: An Anthology, 2009, W.W. Norton & Company: New York and London, p. 320.
(https://archive.org/details/literatureofaust0000unse/)
Date: 1929
By: David Unaipon (David Ngunaitponi) (1872-1967)
From Troubles of The World 