Time pulls hard and fast
Moving me relentlessly forward
Tic tocking every second.
When I was young
Time was slow without pressure
Bright days seemly never ending.
How can I pause each swiftly passing day?
Forcing me with increasing pace
Towards that harbour where I fear to go?
That's time pushing us to fear and to harbour somewhere, the young seconds petrified to the eternal. Lines are simple and true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the lock of essence rewords in between lines of Time, such lingering thought capture the intense passion of the missing links ot time, ' A wonderful scene of passing life....Beautiful image of reborn