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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ************************************************************** *“We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?” Christine Feehan ************************************************************** Time Stops for No One Relentless is the march of time* It flits on and on without respite, For none does it stop for a while Like earth rolling on at its will; Incessant is the flow of time Like a river rippling to sea And does not stop for a second Nor waits for the night or the day; Pitiless is the flight of time It waits for no person, no rank It respects no caste, creed or race It rolls on for all at same pace; Merciless is the sway of time It slides on till eternity Mighty monarchs and simple folks All bow before its ruthless shrine; Heartless is the swing of the clock: Every tick of time nears us to the night, Turns our hair greyer day by day And brings us closer to the grave. Once a youth in his mid twenties Seeking higher studies abroad Received an urgent wire message: “Mother is ill, wants to see you.” The youth booked the earliest flight, Praying that he would reach in time With his mother to speak some words And accomplish her last wishes; Alas, time would not hear his plea, When with all haste he attained home He was struck with sad sorrow: His mother had heaved her last breath. As time does fly on its swift wings, Let us grab it with our both hands And make the most of sacred life While our sturdy strength still does stand.
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