All in the past, our lives now existing only in memories,
even what we have done just yesterday is no longer able
to be relived except in our minds.
This is the inevitable ending of what we live for and
attain until we die, unable to take any of it with us,
only our soul keeps it all treasured within.
A special gift given by God to those who love both of
His world's and realities, always remembering both lives
on a photographic screen, keeping them with me forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Past lives exist in memories. We live for and attain life's goal to have determination with special gift of God. Nice and interesting expression make this poem special definitely.10