I am pulse, momentary man,
The motivated impulse
Unloading Time with the causal sanction
Of a clockwork response.
Tick, tock O, radio clock
Of my unconscious being.
And what I am seeing
Has passed, been processed,
And I held fast
In my mind's immediate past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As we never know what time can hold for us, it is best we use it preciously and wisely if we can, for ooking back on time can be a comfort of sorts. Annette
It is a precious commodity but we should nt allow it to dominate our lives. thanks for your comment, Annette