Time fleeting in passing
Spurring memories
Recalling images of long ago
When life seemed endless
Safe from Death's stalking shadow.
As a boy thinking as a child
Seeing bright summer days
Friendships lasting forever
Parents who would never die
Old age a distant foreign land.
Now, walking with fellow elderlies
Old bones with old man troubles
Wondering how long before Death
No longer stalks but claims me
Then time no longer fleeting, but ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem