Chances in life are few and far between, so when you get
one hold onto it for otherwise it will escape your reach,
leaving you in an emptiness.
That will never feel good, even though it's a part of the
fabric of your being all through life, the many years now
meaning nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh but years mean everything when they are given back to you, we learn...even when looking into the void of confusion, we learn good from bad, and when the day comes back....