Time
Life goes on ;
Time never stops ,
People come and go ;
Work never ceases.
We're dwelling in the world of miseries ,
No one has time to sit and chat ,
Everyone has ups and downs ,
Until the right time we suffer .
Time travels fast ,
Don't brag about it ;
Witty brains who value it ,
Have glory and fame at their feet.
But the one who sits ideal ,
Like a statue cut in alabaster,
Although his blood is warm within , he does nothing,
And will sure cross paths with failure ,
So inspite of bragging about it ,
Abd harming our future ,
Why not utilise it ,
And have success within our grasp.
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