Days go away behind and we
Can’t feel when it passes
What is it? Why is it looking on me?
- Images in the looking glass
The tree gave its all
The cut is its fate and it shall
Lie on the floor some day
All of them will run this way
A lifetime may be really due
Or just one walking through
The years run fast
Life runs faster than years
We can make it a storm…
Or just tears.
allan macli borges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-years-4/
