The ticking of the clock is one of the most important
things in the world; it marks the passage of time
It reminds us that another second, another minute,
another hour, another day has gone
And yet, despite this constant reminder, most of us
go along using time aimlessly, failing to get out of
it either enjoyment of life, or the satisfaction
of accomplishment
We know that the opportunity that today presents will
never be repeated; that spring fades into summer, and
presently autumn becomes winter, and that we wake with
a start to realize that another year has passed
Still we postpone; 'There is plenty of time, ' we
tell ourselves
That is the great fallacy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem