Life is an empty box
Time decides to tell US
Who to meet, to feel
Its impossible to be without that person
Where to meet, to start
The endless journey of love
When to meet, to be an outlet
To let out, our passions for comfort
Why to meet, to reveal
The honey of honesty and kindness
How to meet, to enjoy the company
Together, holding hands and rest on shoulders
What WE have to do, to fill the box
With care, share, give, take and praise.
time is relative and it holds together for more comfort like an empty box
thanks for the review, hope we are puppets in the chariot of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good advice for utilising time......nicely explained..
Time teaches everything, how to fill the empty box, thanks dear