Time shows no mercy to the old
Everyday past brings us closer
To the inevitable
And to more illness surprises on the way
And yet we strive to go on
As if the good days
The relatively painless days
Will be ours forever
Fools of our own sometimes happy present
We make our way on
Praying this day now
We'll still be O.K
Yes we all are inching closer to the inevitable and life is slowly anf gradually pushing is towards death.Our final journey will end as and when the death will embrace us. A profound poem on the subject. 5**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyday becomes a past day. Time moves on frequently ahead. This poem is amazingly penned.