I run out of patience, I run out of time,
Life's clock tells me I'm running out of years;
When my mind's weary,I run out of rhyme,
Why is it I never run out of tears?
Due to sadness you run out of patience, you run out of time. This provokes thought. Life's clock tells better about running. But sadness never runs out from fear. This poem is an excellent poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent Question! May I try to answer it from a poet's point of view? We don't run out of tears Because, poets always deeply feel, All that painful love and life Can from, a person steal. A most charming, eloquent and lovely poem you have written! Memorable too. But just in case, to my poem's list, directly it will go.
I welcome your delightful response to my poem. They complement each other. Thank you!