Time

At the crossroad, there he stands,

Bewildered with glaring lights and noise,

It's loud. Should he hide or run away?

He thought.

With layers of dust,

Few were still afresh, and a few started to fade,

Clung to one, he refused to let go,

I wait for none, it yelled.

It flew with open wings,

He asked, will you ever return?

It smiled, you will always create one,

I am time, i wait for none.

Both lived many moments together,

few spent well, and few just went by, 

But he never complained, it never stopped,

Again at the crossroad, he smiled and moved ahead.