Remember when the sun-though still hazy-portended unvarnished road ahead
Remember when the memories once floated
Had missions and goals
Not yet led.
This is one of the things to be endured
When the fruits of age creep toward their end,
Fewer roads left to travel in quest of-
And less time to create those 'Remember Whens.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem