A poem about Time

Time

Time is very fast

Yet it appears to be very slow

The movement of the hour hand makes it even harder to notice

We continue to hear the second hand of the clock ticking

And sometimes hopes it could tick even faster

But as water vanishes in flames

So does every tick of that hand tick never to tick again

The nature of our unending struggles

Have made us oblivious to how swift the day goes by

Can you pause and think for a second

Think of how close yesterday is

Yet you cannot recall most events of yesterday

It is the magic of time

That makes the baby of yesterday soon becomes a father tomorrow

Hence there is just one thing that we can hope for;

And that is to make an impact before we meet our end

For many at times we think there is really more time

Only to regret that we should have made the time we had

Now is the time

Let’s make haste while the sun shines