Yet again today went by,
Tomorrow falls in, again.
Yet again this day felt like-
Hours passed, in matter of seconds.
Yet again time will go on,
As I remain fixated;
Amused as to how time halts for none;
Years and years seem faded.
I look back in time to see a girl-
Merely five years of age;
I look in front to see the mirror,
And see a sixteen year old sage.
But I wonder how time changed,
Even though I changed none at all,
I was, I am and will forever be-
Intellectually fixated on that clock on the wall.
It simply tick-tocks, and moves all around,
As I sit here, concentrating
A while later, when I look around,
Life just seems to be fading.
It's the calling of time-
To which things grow;
To which things change, fade and die
And I just sit there, doing nothing at all;
Simply watching time go by....
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The Written Word
PuisiA collection of poems ranging from love to hate and every feeling one encounters in his/her life. Anthology.