The Whirl of Time
When I was young
I attempted to keep pace with it,
I felt its arms,
sometimes cool,
sometimes as a fool
go round me;
it felt wonderful
at the beginning,
but later,
when I stepped into old age
I completely got the fact
Not to love but destroy me
And as many say and said
“ C’est la vie”
Copyright © Mesut Goktas | Year Posted 2024
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