Time slows and age runs fast
to try and catch the heart
that remembers how to play and laugh
The somber and severe become
sour and jaded with no joy
Their inner child cast aside
like a broken toy
who's value in repair they fail to see
Oblivious they progress without clue one
of the magnatude they'll pay in cost
till long after they have paid the fee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem