Its bad to waste
not even to taste
the happy and sad
the good and bad
Then how to know
what happiness is
If we don't know
what sadness is?
The key is to not linger
Too long on any fears
and crying tears
or even hate
because it's fate
endure the suffering
but ending it, rejoicing
Go throught it all
or take the fall
But when it's time to stand
You get up standing tall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem