It can be so true that the good times don't last
But we cling to our better memories of the past
Still to the father of time we eventually must bow
And we only can live in the here and the now
The future for us remains an unknown thing
Who knows what tomorrow for you it will bring
You may even win first division tattslotto wouldn't that be great
A reason to party with your friends till late
Our biological clocks they keep ticking away
And tomorrow one day nearer to our last day
Though everything for you did not go to plan
Try to be happy and do enjoy life whilst you can
For the now is all that matter and time ticking on
And yesterday to the forever has gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift from God and it is called Present. Thanks for elaboration through a nice poem.10 points.