Between the hands of hardship
And the hands of ever after joy
There hides a lot of truth
Which is hard to believe in deep.
Wrinkled are the hands of hardship
lines of hard work, care and sacrifice
Which all together can change the will
To be hopeful generous and kind.
While the hands of joy and pleasure
Smooth and plump with happiness
Forgets about the hardships in turn
Awaiting them for the future.
How can we change with time?
There are a lot we must intent
For the future that begins each day
This may help it turn to be good.