It was a long time ago;
sure the world asks for dues
but it doesn’t owe you.
Your choices and decisions cost a lot;
and you ate your share of dust.
You can keep all that in your heart
if you must,
but the world is what you make it;
blessing or curse.
It can be cruel and unforgiving,
or kind and healing to any willing to let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem