Not like lost baggage
You can find it in the lost and found office,
The lost years
I don't even know where I lost it --
Some disappear in bits and pieces,
Some lost a decade or two,
Some lost in the noisy city,
Some lost in the distant wilderness,
There are crowded stations,
Some are cold and quiet under the small oil lamp;
What is missing is not like paper. It can be picked up
Pouring is more like a bowl of water thrown to the ground
Dried up, not a shadow in sight;
Time is a flowing liquid
With a sieve, with a net, can not salvage;
Time cannot be turned into a solid,
It would be nice to fossilize,
Even tens of thousands of years ago, I can be found in the rock
Time is like a gas,
Like smoke from the head of a speeding train!
The lost years are like a friend,
Cut ties, endured some hardships,
The news came out of the blue; He said
He's long gone from this world
About the Creator
John Wilson
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