Each day I live
can I forgive
all the shortcomings I've had?
If I cannot
then what I've got
is a sorrow that feels so bad.
Each day I breathe
can I bequeath
all the best that I've done?
If I cannot
then what I've got
are just regrets for every last one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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