The days are short, the nights are long,
The wind bites sharp and cold;
And many memories stark and strong
Within the mind unfold.
There is a stillness in the air,
That quites perturbs the soul;
The gushing falls of time are there;
You hear time's river roll.
Backwards in time my thoughts I cast;
Where have the moments gone? -
The happy moments of the past
In memory live alone:
And when all by myself am I
I cannot help but find
My thoughts return to days gone by -
Time truly is unkind.
(Completed Thursday,8th January,2009.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The new year, always a time for reflection.