Tell me mother, How not to forget
The memories gone by, when young and free
Dancing in the meadows, watching the sunset
Musing on all the things we are yet to see
Teach me mother, what does it take?
Be it I not sigh, It seems like yesterday
It seems like yesterday, the years gone by
It seems all's swept away by the winds of time
I've wondered, how to make sweet moments linger
To live only for happiness, to forget sorrow,
I've pondered, how to bottle gladness
To quench the sadness in times desperate
Is there a way mother, to be glad only of today?
Be it I not sigh, It seems like yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece. Kudos!