What is there in the end but forgiveness
And forgiving one's self.
What is regret when we cannot go back
To change anything done?
We only move forward
To more change, the slow breakdown
Of the body, aging and death,
There is that, of course, but
The quicker one can do it the better:
Live so the need to forgive is less and less.
It's a gift we give, and when we can, is priceless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There isn't a 'going back' on the voyage of life. Think only about moving forward with less and less needs to forgive. Great idea with a profound meaning. Thanks for sharing such a meaningful poem. X