Time is gold time is sword
Mighty mill sharp cutter
Grinds people spirit cold
Hides them by dark cover
Overwhelms weak lazy
Goalless lean head down
Faceless with life easy
Come'n go under gown
Few resist head high
Fear sleep all their night
Ever ready do not lie
Overpass them it might
Some do waste full time
By trivial gossiping
Simplest life their prime
High above won't climb
But alas those who pry
Only in deep a past
Never forward do try
Break the neck a sad act.
12/9/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many waste time away, Never think to pray, Sharpen your sword of time, And music sings in a mystic rhyme. A perfect ten for you!