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Time
I was young,
Sticking out my tongue,
Caring little about the formalities…
Knowing nothing except, the melodies…
Now the time has passed…
I am never that child again…
A Teenager, what they call…
Who plays ball…
In the world just like other men…
The time has brought ordeal,
Time has brought an appeal,
So now I have to deal…
With sorrow and joy…
Which were never in my world, before…
That time has passed…
It makes me old…
By night and day…
I beseech, so that it stops,
But this thing tops…
Doesn’t listen…
It beats and will beat…
Every living or non-living,
Turning it from a serene then a threne,
For every body…
The time has passed…
And will pass…
Till I will be no more…
Even this, what I am…
Other children will face the same fate as that of mine…
The time will take us all away…
And will come with new things everyday…
The time will accost all…
Time is no thing to splurge…
Time is the thing, to do the best with, we can,
For our future generation…
