It's the same for you
And the same for me
If we'd but accept
Life in its simplicity
We would much happier be
And almost worry-free
If we took at face value
That yesterday and tomorrow
Are the two days
That cause unneeded sorrow
With endless worry
And troubles that we borrow
From yesterday and tomorrow
Thoughts that often never come to be
Troubles that are just imaginary
But rob us of peace and joy
And our quality of life destroy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem