The end of the day has again come
As quickly as this morning begun
They say as you age the quicker time goes
Or is it we have trouble with how my memory knows
Perhaps there is no longer enough to remember
But I still want those moments so tender
Then later on I may have no choice
And I'll struggle to recall things in my own voice
© Paul Warren Poetry
fleeting time doesn't stop for any one, it goes on in its own way, well-penned, i enjoyed reading the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, the ability to remember decreases with age but the memories of early life are preserved in great intact which serves our life with joy and sorrow.