It’s a sad life
when all we’ve got is memories
to keep us going through each day.
It’s a sad life
when we’ve only memories
to make our life stay alive.
Memories are all right
to reminisce with others
about times gone by.
But it’s a sad and lonely life
if they are all you have
to make your life alive.
10-11 April 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem