Upon a midnight’s morning,
Against a sharp wind, under the moon,
One spoke to another,
“Your time, my friend, is soon.”
To think a thought
Of great success
A thought of
You and her
To think
Oh earth
What could be next
A bright
(Bright)
Fu-ture.
There is no key around the corner
No manual, “how to know how”
What we have to look forward to,
Is right now, right now
Put it off and one will never put it back on
(Why not sing until completely sung?)
When one gets back to the “get back to” list
One is no longer young.
And hear
“Time is plenty,
Plenty of time to live your life”
But wonder, what, and wow,
Our time is here.
Go out and live!
We, are living now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem