It's too far away
Both in time and space
My thoughts and understanding
Quickly change pace
It makes me sigh
When I realize the change
And some worth remembering-
What I sow, I'll reap
What's new become old
What isnot used, we lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice. " What I sow, I'll reap / What's new become old" change is incessant… As is birth so is death…