When you think about it, it's hard to
believe, another year has almost past.
I'd like to know, where does it go? It
flies by, so terribly fast. Just the thought
of it, is kind of scary. Why is it going
quicker, then it did before? There was
a time, I thought it was only the older
generation, that felt it more. Whether
your young or old, there doesn't seem
to be any exceptions. Whomever I
speak to, had the same to say. We
have to make up our minds, to get
used to it. Fom this moment on, time,
is going to just run, away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem