We used to live in Saudi Arabia –
For many years that only God can tell –
Then we moved to where I sense nostalgia,
Reminding me of where I used to dwell.
Old memories I still find in my heart
Of the place where my childhood was first born –
From school and other things I had to part,
Like some furniture, books, and clothes I’d worn.
It saddens me to think of what I’ve left,
And then a new lesson I realize –
That when you rise on the Day of Judgment,
You’d think that only one day you survived.
So live your life – as though it is a dream –
To wake up pleased with what you’ve done and seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a good write :) it such a nice memories to fold with you all the time, , glad you write it here to share with all readers :) hope one day u will back there and the memories turn green like field of happy grass_Unwritten Soul