Life is temporary thank God, filled with joy and
happiness, at times sprinkled with sacrifice,
hardship and suffering.
Our minds, being human, always seem to concentrate
on remembering the worst of things, then when older
we tend to think and remember beautiful moments.
Those spent with family and loved ones, remembering
special occasions, moments of love and caring, once
we grow older we tend to appreciate these times more.
Wanting to keep memories like treasures, cherishing
using them to keep us going, looking back in time we
find the things that made an everlasting impression.
Placing them on photographic screens where they are
all readily handy, just reaching out with our minds
and intellect in order to stay close with them always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem