Time and again,
People say they have none of it...
To do that which needs,
Their immediate attention.
And time and again,
The time that is wasted...
For them procrastinated to selected excuses,
Easy for them to make.
These are the people who say it's never too late,
To again...
Be freed of making decisions,
With a putting off what they see others do.
To say like most people who choose foolishness...
'IF I had 'their' time,
Of course I could achieve similar accomplishments.
But unlike them...
I don't have that kind of time to do what I wish.
I am not that fortunate.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem