A-s judgment day draws near,
N-ever wane nor waver;
G-o on to beat the clock
E-ither foot won't
L-inger.
M-ove on before the deadline,
A-im at the crown of life;
N-ever be afraid of rocky vales,
D-on't even fear the road of strife.
A-sk the Lord to guide you,
P-ray to remain in the flock;
A-t dawn eleventh of July,
T-ime to beat the clock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem