Don't break all ties with the past-
Though it may be archaic, gone;
To all that you once were:
Hold on.
Buried, hid like treasure rare,
It's part within you still will stay
Forgotten, faint and almost mute-
Toward some farther, unknown day.
Before you then there will arise
Lessons that you thought were missed,
Gifts you needed, late in life
To see you through the murky mist.
The past has secrets that were true
Once upon a child; and now
Just when you think there's naught to do-
To past, that's now the present: bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many of us tie time with past break in sadness but always we should live in positive mood. Seeing the gift of life in murky mist is very amazing.10