Yes time passes
And there are many misses
Take no chance
But enjoy at once
Get into wagon
And be flown
With whatever you acquire
To feel better
Try to feel hut as palace
And trace
Where lies the peace
You will get it at an ease
It is state of mind
That remains unkind
Feels jealousy at neighbor
And looses an honor
Keep fully contended
With whatever is attended
Acquired after hard work
With promising words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep the mind pen You will find heaven