Watching the minutes pass by and the hours fade
What a magnificent way to spend the day
For wherever you are or wherever you go
The sun will always move to and fro
Leaving your foot print seems like a must
Or collecting old mementos that end up covered in dust
The true joy will come in all the memories you had
And whether or not you consider them good or bad
You should cherish them always and forever
As each one has made you more clever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem