IT'S TOO LATE?.. ELENA MARIN

 

 Or, it seems to me ...
 Time passes too quickly
  But, you know, value it
  Because life is like a fog.

 Life is only one
 It's a blanket, like a flower
 What withers in the sun
 To know, to cherish it
 And in peace, live it.

 Time flows, not you
 asks
 Like sand, in an hourglass
 The days go by in a hurry
 What has passed, does not return
 That's right, you have nothing to do with life.

 With nothing, you can't change it
 How much, you try
 He follows his path
 Either good or bad.

 Like the leaf on the path
 His life is short, fleeting
  No one was born
  To live as long as he wants.

  Life is love, love
   It is destiny and fulfillment
   Of course, its purpose
   And beautiful, to live it
   That you can't replace her.

   No matter how much you want
   And you have no way to stop it
   Like water, from springs
   What is still flowing, slowly down the valley
   And she follows her path.

   Because life is fleeting
   Whatever you give and how much you do
   Time is irreversible
    The weather, you can't do it anymore
     turn.

     ELENA MARIN AUTHOR POEMS CREATED BY ME AND WRITTEN LITERARY TEXTS * ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE AUTHOR ELENA MARIN DOCTOR IN IFCH AMB.
         29.10.2019