One day my brother said after a couple of drinks;
'Hey! My little rascal do you know the time is the most precious thing in this shameful world? ' and he poured another drink.
I agreed as I know the time heals the old wounds
And also time runs so fast and who is going to stop it?
Time gives you everything but when it calls you to a certain hidden place,
You cannot say 'no' and you must prepare to go
And time never repents of our cruel departures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time will have us all, but those precious memories we have made along the way belong to us forever.Fine work, as always. Warmest regards, Sandra