The months on the calander fly by
Oops another year went by
Nothings changed in this world of mine
As the time steadly slips by
No matter how much I try I can't
Escape fates watchful eye
I trip and I fall and still time marches on
Never misses a beat will I land on my feet
Or will the grains of time
Keep me locked behind, sitting on the grass
Looking at the world pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed indeed........10