Memories take you far too long
Sometimes you feel weak
Sometimes they make you strong
Some make happy
Some make sad
Put off those that make sappy
Living is loving
In it take strides
Let not agonies be its Eumenides
Life ever flows fresh
As a perennial river
Wash away your grief
Be the bliss weaver
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem