Rushing through time, relinquishing its moments with a steady
reluctance, not wanting to give up any of them.
Thinking each one is important, saving them in memories,
cherishing their portraits of yesterday's life.
All the beauty and wonder taking its time in videos of
yesterday, now in aging moments happy to have them come.
As they come rushing into this poetical mind so they can
be written down in poems, mind loving seeing them.
Sharing this poetical life with anyone in the world who'd
like to scan through poetical imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem