I am a time traveller who sees fifty years
All the good times and all the tears
I am a baby at my mother's breast
And a toddler with my first steps expressed
It's my first day at school
And High School trying to act real cool
And the sweet kiss of a lover's heart
And choosing one to never be apart
At my father's funeral feeling so forlorn
I am there when my first child is born
When first day at school comes again around
With happiness and laughing sound
Living each moment whilst children grow
As time goes fast and not ever slow
I'm be there on my last working day
And To see grandchildren in a cycle away
And I will be there at my last breath
After visiting time in my life's test.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Truly, past memories linger traveling with the present
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I would like to translate this poem
A toddler with my first steps expressed; learning from the ways of life. Nice work.