Time

Time...What is time? 

It is something that never dies. 

It does not wait for a prince, 

And nor for a hime. 

Time itself is independent, 

It is never repentant. 

It has its own ways, 

It is a flaming blaze. 

Everything has a time, 

A time to live, a time to die, 

A time to have bun. 

God knows where all we go, 

And forget all the fun.

Time has precious value, 

Don't let it fly. 

For once it's gone, 

There's nothing but to cry.