• Poems
• Account, life, Time, Wisdom
• May 14, 2018

  Time moves, Never on  a pause, Never looking back, Not a second’s turn Time moves. Slipping by gently In sheer seconds And trivial minutes Then striking hours. The hours roll by, As the clock hands make a round Of harmless ticks and a chime. Then like a dream, the day is at its end. But the sun rises again, …