To anyone who behold gets
The immense complexity of time on earth
What we do when
Strange things happened to us
Onto all of the time in our life
At the right time
Or the wrong time
For a short time
For a long time
Or for some time
Even in considerable time
What we know we have time
Its on our hands
Wherein we have good times
We also keep a past time
Or we try to find a grand time
Let remembering when times were
Better most of our time
And telling people
What we know
What we do
How it was in our time
When we enjoyed life times without number
For all of the time of our lifetime
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is future and today is a gift from almighty, hence it is called present. Thus, one must make most of the present and enjoy life by taking it in it's stride. Thanks for sharing.