A day passes by in a steady pace
Turning and returning in succession
Alternately changing courses with the night
Moving with time in the cycle of life
Each day that passed by is gone
Lost in the page of time
Like falling leaves drifting in the autumn winds
Never to be found again
Yet each day that comes and goes leave a mark
A trail in the memory of time
That become part of life's story and history
To be remembered as we travel on
Simply beautiful. You have the gift of milking meaning from the mundane. A passing day- counting the blessings that comes your way. Well done!
Turning and returning in succession Alternately changing courses with the night Moving with time in the cycle of life - - - - Can almost feel the disappearing time while reading. Great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but sweet and significant!