Time Marches On
Time flies like a summer breeze.
Yesterday, it was spring;
Now, fall is in the air—
Just waiting in the wings.
Flowing, like currents
Of the river by the bay,
The seconds all vanish
As the minutes slip away.
And we stand upon the banks
As life's ships go by—
Borne by time's current,
Beneath its watchful eye.
And like the seasons come and go,
(They do not stay for long)
Everywhere, the hand of time
Is seen marching on.
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- it is almost poetry, Mandolyn ...
- Wisdom's great aim, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Our world is without any kind of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Dream packed drama, hasmukh amathalal
- A fool واحد احمق, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Quite same, hasmukh amathalal
- Lack of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- The Exquisite Thing, Mark R. Elias
- Leaf to Fall, Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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