Why do every thing become clear when its too late?
Some have the taste of bad fate
Time, Enough it is to change
But altogether it seems too strange,
Why you did not kick your butt to work,
And strolling and jamming was your rock
Focus that effort on worthwhile stuff
And let the crust go puff
Utilize, Devote, Ponder, Meditate and dwell in the present
Lament not over the past, Work for the future
Don`t love to live, But love to live right and well
Sow the seed when the soil is still wet,
Or eat your hair when it turns dry.
Spend time in front of the reading lamp and substitute it for the scorching sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the way you do like instead of oiling your hair you eat it and instead of going out side you use a lamp for the sun thats smart i would of never thought of that