Tick tock
Says the clock
Numerous days
Passing in the blink of an eye
Sand in the hourglass
Slowly running out
Forever moving
Never ceasing
In the way
A pencil is filed down
Or the pages in a book
Dwindle down
Eventually time runs out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound poem, enjoyed it. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline