Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,
Then you’re not so sure you really didn’t want it.
Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,
Then that first restful peace turns to emptiness.
Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,
Then the nightmares come.
Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,
Then you know you’ve made the wrong right choice.
Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,
But this time it is too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem