Tempus Fugit
The minutes pass by fast or slow
They come and go
without a pause.
Simply because
that is what they’re meant to do.
They’re passing through.
They cannot stay,
brook no delay.
They’re measured by the tick and tock
of every clock
You can’t deny
time must pass by.
4-May-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for elaborating the concept of mechanical time [ ' Stream of Consciousness']. Very true the time waits for none, Andrew Marwell in his 'coy mistress' says....... But at my back i always hear Times winged charriot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lye Deserts of vast Eternity.............. **Abha**