It seems like time is flying by.
tick tock-tick tock
Can't snip times wings though we may try.
can't dock-can't dock
Fountain of youth, men vainly seek.
But day by day, and week by week,
times forward move we cannot block.
tick tock-tick tock
Times hurried race makes many cry,
take stock-take stock
For with times passing all will die.
darn clock-darn clock
Oils and elixirs age abates.
Yet for us all the grave awaits.
Try as we may time slips the lock.
tick tock-tick tock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem