If man keeps count of his lifetime's breath—
Live by years, not how and in good faith,
In past lures and their lust,
In tired dreams' empty trust,
To years he'd no life give,
And might forget to live,
What good if he dieth or liveth?
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Reflections | 11.02.2017|
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem. Wisely thought and written.
Thank you Mohammed Nehal