There’s no going back from where I’ve come from,
No rewinds,
No grips on “reverse”
No oil marks from faulty erasers
And no empty tears of remorse.
I’ve fallen
I’ve plunged,
I have nose-dived
Unhesitant to watch for the net,
For I’ve had my trust in your swiftness
As I come crashing into your open, broad hands.
May fate make me victim or bride girl,
May time string us close or divide
May tears be of triumph or weary
With the present we shall decide.
After all, why play in the past as young children?
Or bicker in the future so much like the old
Let’s embrace our love in the present
Whether just for now
You are mine
Or I am yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, all too often we forget to live in the present. We muct learn from the past and prepare fpr the future, but only to make each moment then and now our own, m that's what life's about. 'May tears be of triumph or weary/With the present we shall decide.' Few truer words.