Days flip like pages in a book
Yesterday's dreams seem so far away
Moments pass with a fleeting look
Growing up, the price we pay
Childhood echoes fade to whispers
Faces change, and so do we
Time moves fast
Carving paths for us to see
New chapters open
old ones close
Future's light begins to shine
A river flows
As life changes and I begin to grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem