Time is the continous progress of existence and events in the past, present, future. It is an instance of something happening or being done. POEM ⏰ Time has its own stories, Some Of victories sone of glories. People wait for the correct time, Like tewelve past nine. It might bring joy or disappointment, Depending upon you. It flies in the sky. Going high and high, Reaching new heights. Teaching each to fly, like a bird in the sky. But remember it waits for none , Like the sun. Gives people wings brings some on the ground, As it goes round and round. ...