We pass this way just once, it’s said,
and short the time before we’re dead.
All too few are the days of bliss,
ensure there are none of them you miss.
Seize every chance as it comes along,
greet every day as the lark – with song.
Delightful. A super piece and a great poem to read. Lovely one. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A message of wisdom, executed with eloquence. S :)