We are part of a changing world
Bystanders in a whirl
Of fast moving moments
Watching world events unfurl.
We are an integral part of the past
Left to neglect and loneliness
In a world that has no time,
Or patience, a dying generation
In a bed of quicksand and lime.
Swirling in the dust of yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem