Man thinks that he has time
In his pocket to spend like his money
Time jumps out and sits on his laps
And he thinks that he has had a baby
He plays, hugs and cuddles his child
Putting off what
He could do at that time
Time lay bare its tricks
Grow wings
And away it fleeeeeeeeew!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.