Time

Time like a torrent stream ,

Brushes off the past .

Neither love nor a fervor,

Can make him long last.

One may call it healing potion ,

Curing past grief .

Keen to revive dead wishes ,

Of the last leaf.

Once sprinkle joy and love ,

Later downer bring sorrow.

One experience own karma,

Luck he can't borrow.

Although time never stops ,

Change it must keep.

Have a healing humor,

Of returning what you reap.