POEM AT THE LOST TIME

POEM AT THE LOST TIME

Time flies, it passes,

Everything in life is gone;

Love, pain, grace,

In itself it is consumed.

Everything passes in this life,

The melancholy, the longing;

The joy is lost,

In the midst of anxiety.

Years fly fast,

Time runs from us;

And we get lost.

From the past today I remembered,

I confess that I even cried,

I saw that he was forgotten.

* J.L.BORGES