The paths that we tread each day
And soothes, the gentle breeze
I know those paths will reach its end
And the breeze to blow will cease
The sight in life that we daily see
The tunes that we joyfully sing
We won’t be there on this earth forever
To enjoy the pleasures they bring
The money that we make and store
The pleasures in life we crave
All we have to part when we leave
Then for whom do we sinfully save
What wealth our great grandfathers made
Today the world doesn’t care
It is the good we do this life that matters
Let us learn to give and share
The world remembers them not
Who made a million more
It is the good to our fellow men
We do, that comes to the fore
The cars, the wealth, the jewels
Will be someone else’s once we are gone
It is the good deeds that one does on earth
That we can truly call our own
So to lead a life sans evil
Let us promise to strive
Not to hurt your fellowmen
As long as we are alive
Each day we live on this earth
Is a gift from the Lord above
So why fill them with hate and ire
Let us fill our days with love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each day we live on this earth Is a gift from the Lord above So why fill them with hate and ire Let us fill our days with love Verily, nothing accompanies us except our virtue and vice