Time, Well Defined

Life is not what we think!

And put ink 

But it has well precision

Timing moves on 

 

Wise men cope it up

And grow up

With each moment taken into account

And precisely spent 

 

Life and time may wait for none

Neither anybody can own

Nor can lavishly be thrown 

Life can be grown like fruit

 

We are here to enjoy the fruit

And greet others

With the sweetness of tongue 

Without becoming rogue 

 

Time shall click endlessly 

Leaving behind everybody

To wait for their turn 

And return to the origin