Time is a very vicious thing;
It gets spent with a zing.
We are faced with its perpetual shortage;
In childhood, youth and old age.
Time is also very precious;
Well spent time bears fruit that are delicious.
Time wasted is very perilous;
For it makes a person go delirious.
Time is very wicked;
When going is good, it’s nicked.
When grief befalls one;
Time seems like a ton.
Past makes you nostalgic, always golden;
That galloped too fast beholding you to olden
The future always looks so uncertain to face;
With each second trotting at snail’s pace.
It’s easier said that done;
To live in present for anyone.
It’s difficult to detach oneself from the past;
And not too look at future that seems so vast.
One way to reconcile heart to vagary of time;
Is to view time scientifically using one’s mind.
It always moves at its steady pace;
Whether one is a tortoise or a hare.
I read somewhere the secret is to move with the flow;
Time neither moves fast nor slow.
It’s our reaction to the time that makes us fear time;
Good deeds and thoughts over the time will make life sublime!