I counted the years before they came
Anticipation didn't bring me any less pain
I weighed the decades in my soul
Unencumbered, time still takes its toll
I prophesied the apathy in my heart
As time would pull your memory apart
I summoned the bitterness inside
Long before it ever materialized
I saw time's eager hands wear away
Short and long hands against your face
The pall and rigor an ominous sign
Of the coming machinations of time
Maybe I wanted to cheat on this test
This game life plays the best
For all the years and feelings I've kept
None have softened the blows I've felt
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