Two roads life takes; 
  Happiness or heartbreaks.
  Neither easy, but one less strain; 
  The other offers only pain.
  Why many choose the hard way
  With its high price to pay.
  Is beyond wildest dreams.
  But so many times it seems
  Attractions of the hard way
  Are disguised as best today.                   		
  No thought of the morrow
  With its impending sorrow 
  For those who blithely say, 
  'It's best for me today.'
  Tomorrow's today will survive
  If tomorrow can be kept alive.
  Knowing what's best now
  Must be viewed by how
  It affects your plan 
  Of what you want and how you can.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    