A day is gone-
I worked poorly in it-
I somehow had so much time
And wasted the time-
I do not know how many days I have left
But I wasted this one-
Tomorrow is another day
If I get there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The precious days are passing by in that way only. And later we all repent when it has already a past.... nice You may read my poem One more day is again a past