Time goes on and on.
None can stop him.
Nothing can slow him.
Time is going on.
We grow aged and old.
None can hold youth.
Nothing can stop these.
We are growing old.
We cry every single day.
None can get back those days.
Nothing can break the fact.
We are crying every day.
Let me heal the pain.
Let me feel the gain.
Let me have my youth.
Stop the clock again.
O if could we stop the clock. Lovely and brilliant composition.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
need a dip...Achilles style great poem the diaporesis of fading time....a vast canvas ill give u cheers an ten