Time is a gift that keeps ticking away
And like a flower, it will never stay
It is the leaf that falls and decays
A record of the song you used to play.
The end of a story that has been told
Like the sunset of day as night unfolds
Before long you find that you are old
For Time is like sand you cannot hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really nice....i luv it...keep it up tym lyk an ever rolling stream that bears it sons away.... they fly forgotten as a dream, dies at the opening day... You shud read my poem....A picture and Surreal...you will like it...do leave a comment/criticism....thanks for sharing