Time

It is said that 'time is money' ,

How come people don't find it funny,

Days passes by us giving us no clue,

And we stay still as we have work so few,

Although it seems that we spend time as a rent,

But in reality we are the ones who get well spent,

Everyday seems exactly the same,

And we go on without conceiving the game,

We don't bring enough moments with us,

And yet we use plenty to make a fuss

Out of anger, pride, acceptance and hatred

We pollute our soul which was once so sacred,

But as the time slips by from our grasp

And nothing seems to help, alas!

Our toiled efforts stay even after we depart,

Which gives hope to others for a better start,

Do what you love and go all the way now,

Cause we don't know what might happen and how,

Be sure to strive towards your goal and achieve your dream,

As we don't know when one gets stuck in the life death's scheme...