Time
in a bottle;
sands of time
running
out.
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?
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
A different point of view, thanks for shareing it makes you think. Try reading my 'life full' poem it's similar in question :)