As time goes by and by
All does change, I know not why
Time flies, seasons change
Within span of time they became strange
Holding on to the past don't make sense
Let's move on, stopping the pretense
All have to run to finish their race
There is no point for us to chase
Break the cords and stay away from strife
Move on with life, for only this strive.
Wow! What a thought you expressed in this poem! I like this lines: Within span of time they became strange Holding on to the past don't make sense Let's move on, stopping the pretense All have to run to finish their race
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time flies, seasons change Within span of time they became strange Holding on to the past don't make sense- - Living in the present makes sense. that only makes sense. past is past. and future is not yet at hand.. this is the wisdom of spiritual leaders. tony