We write about the past
Because we don’t know the future
The present goes fast
And this…we have to nurture
As I remember my parents
They had so much to tell
I was so busy with my errands
So much behind I fell
Now I have the time
They are not here to ask
The memory they left behind
Will be my only task
That’s way I am writing
These precious lines in brief
Now is time for binding
Because time is also
A silent thief
Kosmas Yotis (Κοσμάς Γιώτης)
English translation by Sassa Nitsev, published with the author’s permission.
Original: Poetry Collection of Kosmas Yotis