Time Flies
To the mother Whose heart lies in caressing her child, Doesn’t lose the habit without any remind Even when her little one begets a little one Even after the need of the same for herself has begun At no remarkable point, the same she could agnize And thus, time flies. To the father Whose sense of saving up till neck Spending little on own and fixing wrecks Forgets to discontinue despite no need, when old Journey from youth till grey hair is foretold The transition is unknown even when he dies And thus, time flies. To the child With the want to grow up and earn like the elders he adores Till money is all there; so much that nobody will work anymore Only in the end when it is known that money isn’t all Troubling gets many of those goals, lifelong that he had haul From that of others to his own philosophy, gradually he abides And thus, time flies. To the dreams That lost paths in between highs and lows So much that it no more