Not to regret that life is ending,

And you are late to make a rythme,

To try, to learn what God is lending.

The vanity destroys the soul,

It listens but it doesn�t hear,

Eyes can�t define the real goal,

The fussy world is pretty near.

Please, hurry up to make a friend,

To love, to laugh, to grant, to dare,

Because the clock will chime, your land

Will part with you and then forswear.

The brain will wish to recollect,

To try again, too late, however,

So, hurry, put away your �never�,

Today, this minute don�t neglect.