"You want to go boarding?
I've got skis you can borrow."
"I've got a recording.
Let's do it tomorrow."
Pam was a singer,
Focused on her career.
She had a ring on her finger,
She received from Amir.
Amir was a lawyer,
Their marriage unraveling.
And due to his employer,
He often was traveling.
As they ate dinner,
Planning Kilimanjaro,
A hike not for a beginner,
Pam said "Let's do it tomorrow."
Then she got a text.
She had to fly out to Japan.
And what happened next:
They cancelled their plan.
The years passed them by,
Pam eaten by stress.
Neither asked why,
It was worth the "success."
One day Amir had his answer,
But only found sorrow.
Now she has cancer,
There's no tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem