There will always be something wrong today;
That might have been right yesterday,
But who are we to decide what is wrong and right,
For today or any other day or night?
Sure there will always be the good old days,
And as sure as these days will be old, we too must change our ways.
Maybe when these days are ild we will find something good
About them, for all good things are worth the wait; Dude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem