The hours don't stop
the minutes don't rest
the seconds fly by
and we find ourselves
counting the days
weeks turn to months
and then we hear
it's the end of the year.
Then I ask my self
What have you done
and you tell me
you've done what you can
you've done your best
and that's good enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem