I chanced to meet old Buford,
who looked at me and grinned.
I shook his wrinkled hand and asked,
"How are you my friend? "
He said, "They tell me I've been better,
but I cant recall just when,
for it's best to think on here and now;
not what was, or might have been."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem