The moments that we share today.
Becomes the stories that we tell tomorrow.
We must not let time rust the bitter sweet memories.
Storied on the pages of our minds.
The things that we should have done,
But fail to do.
When the moments that we share today.
Becomes the stories that we tell tomorrow.
We must not tarnishes the past with fiction.
But polishes the future with facts.
When the moments that we share today.
Becomes the stories that we tell tomorrow.
When history becomes the bitter pill.
Even when the taste is not tour desire.
Swallow it we must.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem