Sunday, January 11, 2009

Time

Time runs by.
The older I get the faster.
I look in the mirror
the lines on my face predict a disaster.
No use to run and try to catch up
even a year of my life just burns up.
While thinking about what I did to fill my life, my kid, my wife
precious seconds fall through my hands like sand.
So I don't try to understand, I don't chase the rabbit from wonderland.
And suddenly I know, I hope it's not a crime,
I try to converte time in rhyme.

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