Time is our disguised saboteur
that walks off with our dreams
and leaves us empty handed.
It hinders our free spirit
and forces us into submission.
As the days, weeks, months,
and years pass us by,
an infinite number
of missed opportunities
do so as well;
Ones that we didn't even realize we missed!
We're helpless!
We're trapped in a snow globe
that endlessly shakes
in the tiredless child's hand!
And as we grow older and older,
time goes by faster and faster,
until we're on the chopping block,
of death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good job, Micheal. It's true how we dont seem to have control as the 'globe' shakes and shudders. We just need to do our own jazz and not worry about time as much as we do. We only have so much of it and every moment of it is precious.