Time— they say,
Is unstoppable.
But You can do something with time.
As if moves through us,
We found strength.
Some get wiser,
Others are not.
Some get greedier
Others are just.
Some get better,
Others are worse.
Time— they say,
Heal all wounds.
Some wounds aren't meant to be healed.
Women secrets aren't meant to be revealed.
But somehow, someday.
Time would make us understand.
And lead us through the right way.
Time— they say,
Is the fuel in the boat of life.
Time is fast, yet slow.
Like the chinging of the hands of a wall clock.
Tick tock tick tock
Time flies.
Yet, we ask ourselves,
Where does our destiny lays.
©Madinah_Writes
05.08.2021
6:42 p.m
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