I don't like Time,
I don't like Years
Numbers,
Biting away
Gnawing away
At all that is
Alive and fine
But, I can't
Kill Time
No matter how hard
I try,
It escapes!
And swiftly runs away!
When bored we kill time, so to speak. No one can kill time as it kills us. Sandra, I think your poem would make a good song. Repeat each line the rhythm is there. Maybe, you have inspired a song in me. Many thanks for your wonderful comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Succinct, clever and true to the point