Old father time, just quietly ticks away,
when you look in the mirror suddenly,
you are wrinkled, old, and grey.
What happened to all those precious moments,
they are gone forever,
like dust in the passing breeze.
It seems like only yesterday,
that I myself was just a lad,
but now I have a little boy,
who calls me granddad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The years are speeding past just when we want them to slow and let us savor every moment. This poem is extraordinarily well written, Tango Tango.