A year goes on,dry and wet.
A month weaves by,slow and sure.
A week slides in,new and fresh.
A day lives on,present and past.

How time hath passed,how fast it goes.
Its strange to mention,and yet it mows.
How does it mow,truthfully i don't know.
But what I do know is..Time just folds.

Strange belongings beget a strength from within
New tidings bring forth an experience worth knowing
Yet just a simple ripple is the beginning of all
Time ; not just a calender,a watch,or a period.

Its been such short time since years went by
Even shorter still,as people go by and gone.
But as each day comes forth new brilliant radiance
All we can ever do is try and live the day we do.

The ever-going positivity of living in life
Makes time just a simple box of joys and toils
Who are we people to stick inside the box to die
When we can open it up to see what's outside?

Time isn't an excuse,nor is it a rhyme.
It isn't a calender,nor is it a watch.
Its not a period where we fill with activity.
Its a responsibility that all of us must take.