Since I am not young
the time is not enough.
It elapses too soon.
And the hours are tough
to stretch into days.
So I number the ways
I could make them last.
Still the time's not enough.
It goes too fast.
When I was young
I had more time.
The future was never ending,
the road an easy climb.
I don't wear a watch now.
I see my bare wrist.
I don't punch a time clock.
I just make a fist
and pummel it on the table.
It does me no good
for I am not able
to stop or capture time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem