You don't appreciate it much
Till it's all gone away
It's the littlest things that you miss
The insignificant things that stay
Like going to the park
And tossing a penny in the fountain
Or driving on the road
And marveling at the mountain
So take life as it comes
And be thankful for the little things
Just sit back and remember........
The church bell rings, and the choir sings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem