Well...
Time has a 'thing' about what it does.
It doesn't stop, look around, wait
Or...regurgitate!
It just chews on,
And eating up...
What we think can be put off,
Until we are ready to take a bite!
It just doesn't care what we do or do not like.
It is going to take what we have,
And some!
Leaving you with preferences and decisions...
That makes little difference to time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem