It's time that marches,
So they say.
Where is it going?
Tell me pray.
It marches on
And ever on.
Some time is lost,
But never gone.
It's always there
For you and me.
We often waste it
Needlessly.
But we can use it
'Till we die,
Or sit and watch it
Slipping by.
It can't be bought;
It can't be sold.
And time goes faster
When we're old.
I like this poem George. I know I feel time going faster each day.........I remember my dad saying this and I thought he was crazy, now I understand. Very nice poem. sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No time was wasted writing or reading this poem. An excellent poem worthy of its subject.10+