The past is the past
Which never lasts
The present is now
And we need to know how
The future is coming
Which can be mumbly
My life as I see it
Is hard to keep it
So much around me
To make me see
My life is my own
For me to own
So I take it as it comes
With no more drums
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just came out of your blog, and then I saw another poem of yours, so I had to read it! :)