When it comes that I am gone,
do not mourn the wasted minute.
Live on, live on, embrace the day,
and everything that's in it.
Do not think upon the time,
I passed and lay beneath the pall.
For the bee was on the goldenrod,
as if nothing passed at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned - thank you - enjoyed every much
Thanks very much Stan Rodriguez., I appreciate it.