Como Pasa El Tiempo

Como Pasa El Tiempo, I used to hear my mom say.

Still so young, I nodded my head in agreement.

It means: How Time Goes By..slipping out of our hands day by day..

They say as you get older, you start to understand

We're all graying, our young thoughts immortal

I'm more like my mom each week, same face, same hands..

How I wish I could relish my childhood

My mothers black as night hair in her face, smiling

I find myself nostalgic as I should

Mankind invented this ugly thing called time,

I do not want to look as away it goes

Como Pasa El Tiempo....


This poem is about: 
My family


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