I cant always look back and think
About my sad and happy days
I must think more ahead of that
Making better efforts to move on
From what it is already gone
It has left showing on my bones
Along with the wrinkles to impress
Within my sins to confess
For it my spirit to redeem
To my soul to comprehend
That it was all done taught
On Gods purposes of fault.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem