My yesterday
Wasted and gone
Will not come again
And I need not waste time
Reminiscing on it
My tomorrow
I’ve not seen or felt
Unknown
But with very high unprecedented hopes
It might never come
My today
That is mine for takes
I got to make hay
And go for the keeps
Because my tomorrow might never come
That is my life on earth
The wasted yesterday
The struggling today
And the high-hoping unknown tomorrow
Which might never come
(Feb.2006. Awoshie-Accra)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem