Haven't you noticed, how fast, the week
ends go by? Before you turn around, a
new week, is starting and they too, will
start to fly! Here it's Monday and then it's
Sunday, as if there was no in between, at
all. I hate thinking about it, but it seems the
weeks, are getting small! I keep saying to
myself, where is the time going to? It was
only yesterday, I finished, all the work, I had
to do. Now, here I am, faced with the same
chores as before. How did the week pass so
quickly? As many a time, it seems, there's
a whole lot more! There's nothing we can do,
to make time go, a little slower. I certainly,
would be in favor of that. But being realistic,
no one, can change the forces of time. That,
we all know, is a matter of fact!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem