Childhood is over

Childhood is over,
Now, time for mourning,
Time for adult age.
We get older, Friend,
Every time we lose those we love,
Those we cherish and adore,
We get older,
As time never stops
Striking our bikes
And teddy bears.
Time is running,
And trailing us along,
We can do nothing
But follow, silently, the woof,
And wait for the wheel to stop,
But time never stops,
And we get older
Till we vanish.

Hafawa REBHI
Tunis 16/04/2009