No poem will stop the ticking of time
And no poem bring back
What we were when we were young-
Life has all these faces we were
At different times
And we cannot ever see ourselves again
In the Beauty of what we once were-
Death is real and final
But Death is also in Life
As Change-
We are not what we were
And we will never be-
Youth Beauty Love Happiness spontaneous Joy
Oh that Laughter is gone forever-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are not what we were and we will never be, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.