Shut the windows of the past,
And dwell into the reality of today;
Yet destiny is held by the hands of time.
It is in the caring that we live,
Also in believing, trusting, and loving;
Then accepting wholly who and what we are.
Lullabies of the Guinsularan waves,
And shrieks of the nocturnal creatures;
All heighten the recurring memories.
Your laughter and your smiles,
Your strength and your firm resolve;
Mark your rebirth as a new being.
So shed not a precious tear,
Count all your blessings and gains;
Always be happy... You are LOVED!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminded me ever so gently of a Taj Mahal blues number, I know, there really is very little similarity, maybe it's the language 'shut the doors to the past' which rings a bit like his 'step outside your mind.' In any event, I enjoyed this poem and am glad I stumbled upon it. Peace, L&T