With the passing of time
Thinking of friends of mine.
Laughter, party and cheer
Going away to a deathly fear.
Life is quick to be done
Parties thrown but no one to come.
Older but better is an excuse
Finding myself a bit of a recluse.
Things will be better soon
Just waiting on a new moon.
Looking for changes to come
Knowing of what I have done.
Time is fleeting my friend
Will soon to come to an end.
Leaving this world for the next
Dont know what to expect.
Scared of what I might find
I will find out in time.
Almost to the end...
See you soon my old friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem