Days turn weeks
Weeks turn months
Months turn years
Time slips and time gallops
Those change who run in this race
For an idle man
In his today and tomorrow
this bad hour stays.
Are you a man you said you were an 18 years old Indian gal refresh your sex don't we poets perplex
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It is a beautiful poem on time and idle man having nice atriculation. We must handle the time properly. Thank u dear Jaya, keep the ball rolling...10