When you fly
on the wings of time
the wind chasing you from behind
there is no time
for others for you
as millions you leave behind
it's a rat race
we all know it
BUT
your time is limited too
all know it
including you
But
Shakespeare-s born are minuscule few
AND
You think one are
now only you
you sir lift me far above the sky... ur my poetry master my inspiration... now all know it and so I bow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....Ego of poets nicely described, a lovely poem......you Sir lift me far above the sky... You are ur my Poetry Master- - my inspiration... now all know it and so I Bow