E-very second that passes by
L-ets the minute run out;
E-ven though the time flies fast,
N-o reason to worry
A-bout.
U-se not the hour in haste,
S-ixth of July Thursday;
A-im to spend it wisely,
R-eserve some moment to play.
A-lmighty Father knows when
G-reat Son comes down from up high;
A-llow your life to live well every second that passes by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem