Today like tomorrow,
And days to follow after that...
Why do many spend more interest,
In things that use to be to discuss?
And found they are,
Unwilling to let go to give that up.
More are overheard listening to others,
Talk about the past.
As if time lived and that time they had,
Leaves more of it for them to 'have'.
Too many have found their comfort,
In remaining confined and locked in times...
With their minds to them fixed.
As if time lived and that time they had,
Leaves more of it for them to 'have'.
Today like tomorrow,
And days to follow after that...
Is more gratifying,
Than making attempts to backtrack.
And those who believe to perceive time waits,
Are the ones living to procrastinate.
To find for themselves eventually...
TOO LATE to do what one has wanted,
Has come to go yet they stay surprised.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem