One, two, three the stealing steps
It counts and count and knows no end
It brings and take both life and death
It numbers the years of the earth
It walks men to the dark silent pit
and wake men still from filth
With silent steps and unspoken words
To grow nature and change the world
It rolls a soul slowly to grave
Still happy are men when added in age
Unknown to them It's stealing steps
That brings a man still to his end
One, two, three you better hear
It curse a man with death to tear
If encounter such, remember friend
The stealing steps knows no end
Beautifully penned every word. Oh the stealing steps Never know where it go But often steal and go All the very golden memory Until I could feel it so. Oh stealing steps Unknowingly creeps in Fastening all that was mine Leaving behind prominent mark Of soul that had already depart. Well written sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
1 2 3 put so beautifully I will80 soonly be free but read my MOM'S SMILES before from this Earth PPME does flee