If time is of the essence
Why do things have to decay
It keeps on marching onward
Each and every day
It doesn't wait for woman
Nor does it stop for man
They say it heals all our wounds
This I do not understand
For as long as we remember
For when we have been wronged
The healing won't have taken place
Lest we have changed our song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jeff, they say that time is a healer of all wounds....you are doing great....keep it up...Dee (a far away friend always)