Time in a bottle;
sands of time
running out of time.
IF there is
a time to be born
and a time to die,
is there enough time
and for what?
Is time on my side;
is it friend
or enemy?
And why is it getting faster
while I am getting slower,
and
what is that
infernal ticking?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this, Carolyn.