Time flies like a summer breeze.
Yesterday, it was spring;
Now, fall is in the air—
Just waiting in the wings.
Flowing, like currents
Of the river by the bay,
The seconds all vanish
As the minutes slip away.
And we stand upon the banks
As life's ships go by—
Borne by time's current,
Beneath its watchful eye.
And like the seasons come and go,
(They do not stay for long)
Everywhere, the hand of time
Is seen marching on.
So true, and so perfectly stated here; a wonderful poem indeed. There truly is something in and all about the melancholy of time quickly passing that is more easily sensed in the season of fall, and you've expressed that very well here!
really enjoy reading your poems.. this one is so well expressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this