If I could live my life again
I don't know how or where or when
But I would find someone to care
And when I need her she'd be there.
It seems my life has been a waste
And now of life I want to taste.
Up till now all's been in vain
With little joy and much, much pain.
I've missed so much, I now realize
And must catch up before it dies.
This desire, this want, this driving need
To clutch, to hold as if by greed.
It's but a dream, it can't be done
You have a chance, but only one.
Be it full of joy or full of strife
You have to live but just one life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem