Even if it isn't what it use to be.
And could have been if it was.
There will always be many to say,
Those yesterdays lived,
To have remembered them.
Still have the same complaints heard.
To make these days to live and hear them,
Reminisced as if...
The doing it will make tomorrow better.
Or missed to wish returned,
If that tomorrow should happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem