Time flies, each day a swifter, fleeting dart,
My hair, once dark, now wears a silver crown,
Each passing sun bends further, breaks my heart,
And bends my frame, aging me earthbound.

My knees, once strong, now creak with every bend,
My joints protest, a chorus of dull pain,
Where are those days, which seemed without an end,
When I, a child, could leap across the plain?

Upon the lawn, a sprite of boundless glee,
I danced and spun beneath the sun's warm gaze,
Those joyous years, a distant memory,
Lost in the mists of life's bewildering maze.

Now twilight falls, the shadows start to creep,
And in my bones, the echoes softly sleep.

Tomaž Jevšenak