time does not wait
endless path on which I stand
leading through the wilderness
never alone I step
holding my own hand
leading
blindly I walk forward
creating footprints beneath
footprints behind
fade in to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Creative! I like it. Time definitely moves forward. As Burns said, 'Gather ye rose buds while ye may! '