I was considering today all the years I have written poems and such.
I wish I had them all to sum up my life,
But alas,
They along with some pieces of my life,
Have been scattered to the wind and engulfed in some land-fill.
Not to be remembered.
Altho, I do recall the first thing I ever wrote.
'Time'
A 12 yearolds thoughts on a ticking clock.
That as a moment passes, it will never be regained.
At 45, I am still searching out that 'now'.
To capture all that is possible in the moment that is ticking by
The clock ticks, the moment goes, A new one comes, no one knows, When the last moment will arrive To put us for ever, in time's archive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I’m with you there all the way through this poem. Read mine – I Cannot Return – Adeline