Where do the years go?
Sometimes we don't really know
All too quickly they seem to fly by
And to so many people we're saying 'Goodbye'
Now where do the years go?
Sometimes we seem to have nothing to show
Slowly they pass one day at time
Seemingly with no reason or rhyme
As we reflect on our life be it with laughter not tears
And we'll not regret the passing of years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary....this is something that haunts me too. I just posted a poem 'Eden' about the same subject. Take care, John