The only thing given to us to value,
When tomorrow comes...
Is an opportunity not to repeat yesterday.
But so many wish those yesterdays to relive.
With the doing to make the same excuses made.
Only to discover them less accepted today!
'Yesterday,
All my troubles seem so far away.'
~But today you wish them here to stay.
Those yesterdays to relive.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem