As life goes on and on you realize,
life is like a box of chocolates you take one and eat it but once you swallow you just have the leftover taste.
as life goes on you realize those chocolates need to be savored not just eaten whole and once one is gone you just have the after taste, the memories and once that box is empty you form a new one from hand and learn to savor every last bite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem