There is a time for everything.
For some it comes too soon.
And the appreciation of the everything
is lost like a clouded moon.
For those that receive it later in life
the everything is the prize.
It awakens understanding
and opens up the eyes.
They grasp it fervently
and hold it oh so tight.
The meaningfulness of the everything
will never leave their sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem