Her name is time,
And she said; ' I love you so much but I cannot wait and I am running.'
Then I said; 'My name is life and I too ran but I couldn't hold you.'
'Time is a cruel lass.' Wind murmured in a lonely night.
that is a short poem, but it doesnt matter cuz it awesome you can explain time and life in not so much word and people can understand that that a verry verry good poem.....i gave it a 10 cuz u deserve it
life running after time...no wonder we get old and tired....if we stopped, will time come to us?
We can only live one day at a time. And make that day worth living. Touching reflections on the brevity of life as we know it. Blessings to you, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem, Nimal, as we all know time waits for no one. However, as your poem states, we continually chase after it. Thanks for the invite. Lynn