Time

The pendulum that sways,

Changes our lives in many ways,

Time is the master of Fate,

That teaches us wisdom, love and hate.

Yesterday we talked,

Yesterday we walked,

But who knows what tomorrow will tell,

What misfortunes might on us befell.

As the minutes tick by,

And the hours fly,

I sit with my thoughts,

Of what time has brought

Happiness for the miserable has come,

Sadness, too, for some.

Death or sorrow has flown in,

Joy and pleasure for others begin.

Time brings aging and wrinkles on the face,

For some it is the ending , yet others begin the race.

Many have acquired glory and fame,

Others strive to make a name.

As the years move on,

The elder are dead are gone,

The younger who later are born,

In haste they cry," Move on , move on."

So time has no rest,

It moves on and on,

One must follow to keep the pace,

Or end up to lose the race.