Time

Time is elastic.....time is plastic why carry it around tied to the wrist? Old theories so conventional...life is fantastic then why check your phones as if you can't resist? Like tall trees fleeting by the window of a train like birds fluttering across the blue sky, Not that I endure less,or resist the pain, but most moments are forgettable,meant to fly. Like ice to water,and water to ice, at times it contracts to a miserable size, In others,time stretches..it does suffice time indeed,does often surprise. For when late for school,and later for work, the last minutes of exams,and first few on stage, Time does carry a certain quirk it entraps as if forming an imaginary cage. Contrary to others,where it seems infinite, like staring into a smudging sunset,or lost in a lover's eyes, Like lying below the starry clusters bright, or for a mother,when her newborn first cries. Like the moment when a blushing bride,enters in impeccable white as a baby reaches out to his mother's hand and wraps his fingers around His first words ,his first steps,is there a bigger delight, or a more breathtaking sight? Time can be created,and similarly destroyed, so why the hurry and why the despair? Make sure all the right moments are rightly enjoyed, because sometimes winners in life are losers who don't care For a day will come when you would shut your eyes, like a camera reel,many memories will roll by, And before your soul does finally rise, those memories be worth watching,do try