And what about tomorrow,
for it's never far away.
Will it fulfil the hopes and dreams,
thay we have made today?
For yestrday, it has now flown,
tis' but a dream gone by,
to be remembered or forgot,
with just a passing sigh.
But today we live each moment,
for it's all we have, yet know,
that like our old friend yesterday,
how quickly it will go..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nicely crafted, Norman. This is a common theme for all of us poets, but you have taken it to a good place. Raynette