Until life's ending there are no reasons to live, because
years are filled with suffering and sacrifice, yet when
the final horizon is upon us, suddenly seeing things we
should have already accomplished.
Sitting back, finally realizing that nothing is important,
nothing matters except that you have lived a full and good
life, doing for others from your hearts, never counting the
cost.
That is the truth, the final summation of each of our lives
here on this temporary planet, earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem