Click here to listen to "The passage of Time" Second after second ticks loudly in my ears
has images of
The stripes painted on the highway recede behind me.
This trip through life is sometimes marked
by the passage
Of time intermixed and blurred with many diverse images-
Of family, of school, of work, of marriage, and too often,
The Emptiness of Time, unmarked. Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick... Sounds the clock that introduces the "Sixty Minutes" television show.
Louder and louder, it seems, the ticking becomes
as my thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem