Time goes by and yet we pray,
"Dear Lord don't take me today."
We know it passes and never ceases
And still we yell, "But I've got reasons! "
Here we stand, hoping for joys
That passes to our young boys.
Not knowing that when it all ends,
We ourselves our only friends.
So I'll stand here all alone,
Alone, as time has always shown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem