hours go by slow
the day goes by fast
and for every second we waste
we lose a minute
and for every lost minute
we could of had a moment of happiness
because happiness, even though its abundant
its rare to find it in everybody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so true, So True! I love the way you said it Cynthia! Excellent! A ten.