These times as they are,
Will never be as they are to relive again.
They can be remembered to romanticize,
As those eyes on youthful days fade away.
But these times as they are,
Are not here to stay.
Ask anyone tomorrow who had been born,
The day before...
What hour lived would they like to revisit.
Would they patiently sit to contemplate it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem