We are always in the process
of either building up or tearing down.
Whether we destroy or create
depends on the direction of our gaze.
We can look up or down.
The days pass:
Each takes us a little farther into eternity.
Whether we are smiling or weeping,
hurting or without pain,
excited or bored-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem