The hands of time don't stop,
They run on endlessly.
They run from bottom to the top,
Time flies before you see.
One minute you're young and strong,
And nothing fazes you.
The next minute you don't belong,
And the years around you flew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great one! I like that anytime I read one of your poems I can see the story...feel the emotion. This, I believe is what makes a poet, the ability to tell an entire story, and express an emotion completely with only a few elegant words.....just beautiful.