Time,
You are my Enemy,
My consumer, the past,
Of a life that will not last,
In fleeting seconds you consume,
The fire and strength of youth,
You cause desire to become withered,
And of no use.
Time,
Present is so fleeting,
Moments of happiness,
Like Ice, sleeting.
Time,
Future always uncertain,
Waiting for the closing curtain.
Yes, Sandra it is so true about time slipping quickly past us like an enemy in the night! Wanting or needing more time to be with loved ones, does not matter to it, it's always uncertain and fleeting, not wanting to be caught by any of us, wishing only to be free of your agendas and schedules! Really great poem, thoroughly enjoyed reading it, Sandra. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, when translated into the language of the gods means The Best!