All Days Without Any Exceptions Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Days pass quickly With their time anytime Like our lives... They fold themselves Day by day... They go away like time Not waiting for us anytime... In-between our birth and our death, We get what we do during that distance... We either benefit from our days or Our days turn their backs against us Depending on our good deeds or our bad deeds... Days are either cruel on us or They are lovely like Those pretty flowers and wonderful roses... Some feel days hard and difficult, but Some other people feel them beautifully anytime... We sometimes make our days, but We mostly can not make days If we mess up with our days... Some take lessons from their days, but Some other people come late to learn from these days... Each one of us has his or her own days in life, so Just one must be pretty and lovely when owning one's days... We learn from days or days teach us Its lessons... It's not too late to learn from one's lessons As long as one is still available between that period of one's life That extends from one's moment of birth into one's moment of death Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... It's not a shame to learn from one's days, but It's a shame if we don't learn from our days or From just a single day... That's life and those are its days, so Who will take life's days considerably? ______________________________________________________________________