It really doesn't matter
What we have while passing through
It doesn't matter what we're given
Be them things both old or new
It doesn't matter where we're living
Nor if we've riches
Health
Nor shame....
It only matters what we've given
While on this Passing Earthly Plain
And if this Life has ever praised you....
Time doesn't care just who you are
As time goes on
Our lives will carry
Sure as the sunshine from afar
The only thing that truly matters
And brings us peace when we shall die.....
Are our good deeds to Earth and others
While living Life under the Sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome. I love it. But if i may help, Plain is suppoesed to be seplt Plane.