Time waits for no man. It is forever on the wing, under all circumstances. It is the one and only yardstick with which youth and age are measured.
Time seems to go by faster
As one gets gradually older,
The fires of youth keeps raging
Until they begin to smoulder.
Time’s essence seems forgotten,
Its precious value ignored,
When youth sees no limitation,
With the whole truth unexplored –
The truth being life, unhurried,
Seems not to generally find
Youth conscious not of time and age
While lagging far behind.
Within the range of knowledge,
Purposeful, youth is driven
To resist the struggles of living
And willingly take what’s given.
It keeps on winging undisturbed
Never intent on stalling,;
It merges with Eternity
Abides by its own calling.
It heeds not human frailties,
Relaxes not its sway
Over life with all its aspects
Even when frittered away.
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