you've floated through another day
drifted through another week
wandered through another month
you realize (suddenly!) a year has passed...
what have you made out of those twelve months?
what have you done in that time in your life?
life may seem long when you're young.
you've got sixty or seventy years, still.
you think
you assume
that this is true.
or maybe not...
if only we can all be kind to our future selves... I like your rhythm in the poem, though im itchy about the last phrase...'or maybe not...) I don't think its quite the words able to finish off this wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem..grace