The leaves of time gently fall,
they’re blown away by the strong wind of fate.
What a waste to see those countless pieces of fallen leaves
that can never return to the young stems again!
that can never return to the young stems again!
Time that we’ve lost is gold that we’ve wasted!
The memories of our younger years are happy to recall,
those days when we start to build simple dreams.
We have shaped ourselves in knowledge and diligence
but age begins to smudge our vision.
We have still a long road ahead,
yet it seems so hard to continue.
In spite of past triumphs,
it looks like we’re getting nowhere!
Our smile covers our sadness.
The heart slowly drowns in misery.
We begin to lose strength and hope
to face the imminent dawn.
Where do we search for our special place
on this vast earth where we dwell?
How do we know the right way
toward a meaningful life?
We need to wrestle against our heavy feet,
and begin our fearless steps.
Don’t let any hurdle stop us,
Time lost is gold wasted!
Translated from “Mga Impit Na Hibik”
Translated from “Mga Impit Na Hibik”
Copyright © April 2007 by Arnel Oroceo, an Official Entry to the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation for Literature All Rights Reserved by the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation, Inc
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