Oh the sands co'er the land under-time waves at hand,
tick tock cried the clock-
twas once so loud.
But be thy heart under moon?
so time etched itself in too soon,
and I waste beneathe the silver cloud,
oh tick tock says the clock.
And thy press be printed neat
For shall I take a seat
and applaud at the act thy performed.
Oh may the audience roar.
For twas once a great show
but only if they all could know
that its but an act in store
and applaud at the act thy performed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem