Passing By Poem by Marketa Richnavska

How am I supposed
not to want to live fully
when everything I hear from you
since I was a child is
that time passes by so fast
and I grow old so quickly?

How am I supposed to be
someone who has no liberty
when from everywhere I look I see
people passing by and by
forgetting all of their past
feeling it only briefly?

They wish to forget everything
that scarred their little hearts
but none of them remembers that
all those things had helped them to
reach every happy thing
that passed their funny lives.

You know somewhere deep within
that what you lived through
had helpd you in
to eẃhere you keep standing now
and helps to you all your luck bring
helps you handle all the strives.

That in the end even dark is bright...