There was a time -
but that was times and time ago
times and time ago...
there was a time
when poetry lived on my lips
and in my pen
and then
there was a time
when life sprang from my loins
and lived on
and then
there was a time
when children played about my feet
and in my yard
and in the woods
down the hill to the pond
and then
there was a time when
words came smoothly
and laughter readily
and tears rarely
and timelessness often
and then -
but that was times ago
time and times ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is indeed a wonderful poem, Frank. The images which were brought by the time stayed with you but the time just moved ahead and vanished. The time which created a big void in the life is also the ultimate healer, please remember. Regards.