Isn’t funny how life passes us by,
Going faster than you think.
You always seem to miss something
Every time you blink.
Never taking the time out for yourself,
Busy making everyone else happy.
You always say you will get around to you
But it is never easy.
Always looking for that road
That only you are supposed to travel.
Only one problem, there are so many
More roads in the middle.
Trying to find happiness
In your sad life,
Making yourself happy,
Gets the back seat in life.
Running around making
Others so complete,
When will it be your time
For company.
Talking to yourself
Late a night,
Just wishing for
A devoted wife.
That is when you know
That life passes in a blink,
Realizing you aren’t
As happy as you think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem