Time

by Megha   Aug 28, 2004


Time passes constantly and so fast,
with every passing second the present becomes the past.

with every passing minute one learns,
that once its gone,it never returns.

day after day comes a new day,
and the day before has forever gone away.

weeks pass by before you know it,
the worlds getting older bit by bit.

weeks turn into months and months into years,
doesn't that make you feel that the end is so near??

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  • Yeah... time runs... But is the end nearing too fast??? I thought there is no end...After death we will be either in heaven or hell or we remain as a ghost... He hee..i know i am funny... Simpe and Good poem.

  • 20 years ago

    by Saravana Kumar S

    Yes,u r right.Time controls everything in our life.Nice poem and thanx for sharing Megha