A man once said their is no such thing as a bad day,
Just bad moments we choose to take with us all the way.
If that is so then why are good days still good?
Or is it just a moment we hold on to as long as we can?
If so then their are no good days or bad days in life their all the same.
Just days we wish would last forever,
And ones we wish never came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prescient Ashleigh, Prescient, theres a good form of wisdom you express.