Time 
in a bottle; 
sands of time 
running 
out.
IF there is a time
to be born
and a time to die, 
is there enough time
and for what? 
Is time 
on my side; 
is it friend 
or
enemy? 
Why is it getting faster
while 
I am getting slower,  
and 
what is that infernal ticking?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
A different point of view, thanks for shareing it makes you think. Try reading my 'life full' poem it's similar in question :)