Everyday...
The message and delivery of it,
Becomes as different as the weather.
Everyday...
Whether accepted or not,
Changes are being made...
Regardless of who has what to say.
And it is everyday...
Those unprepared,
Procrastinate in hesitation.
Hoping to delay each day,
That a guaranteed tomorrow comes...
For those awaiting in anticipation.
While those fixed in delay mode...
Refuse any sign of tomorrow,
Just to keep a yesterday exactly the way it was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem