Tiempos

Life is a trace of triumphs and failures,
formed by pieces of love and pain.
Time is a rosary, its beads are memories,
garden of the feelings of what was lived.

There's a time to laugh, and another to cry.
A time to leave, and another to return.
There's a time to live, and another to end,
there's a time to die and another to begin.

When the time comes for the end of my path,
may my smile say that I accept what I was.
The material things I will leave with you;
only what I learned will go with me.
There's a time to give and another to receive,
a time to think and another to decide.
That there's a time to forget and another to understand.
There's a time to win, and another to lose.

There's a time to suffer and a time to love.
A time to feel and another to forgive.
There's a time to live and another to end.
There's a time to die and another to begin.