Days go away behind and we <br />Can’t feel when it passes <br />What is it? Why is it looking on me? <br />- Images in the looking glass <br /> <br />The tree gave its all <br />The cut is its fate and it shall <br />Lie on the floor some day <br />All of them will run this way <br /> <br />A lifetime may be really due <br />Or just one walking through <br />The years run fast <br />Life runs faster than years <br />We can make it a storm… <br />Or just tears.<br /><br />allan macli borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-years-4/
