Slaves Of Time Poem by .Pd. is here

Pushing yourself to the limits
With Head held high
Slogging to reach the arduous targets
Before life says goodbye.

You say, ‘I’m the master of me’
And feel proud to think that you’re free
But we’re all the same, crawling through grime
Just another slave of time.

Watching the time piece, ever so often
Always in a hurry, small pleasures forgotten.
Work, Love, Friendship all done in haste,
Not a minute to spare, lest it should go waste.

Time is powerful it has us tamed
We’re puppets trying to excel in this game.
Timeless things remain, as we watch the colours fade
Lessons learnt and wisdom won in this trade.

Consumed by time, you struggle everyday
Times an issue, it’s too less we all complain
Attempts to stop it go in vain
If you don’t keep pace, you miss the train.

At the end of it we’re all the same
Born free and shackled we became
At our every step, jump or climb
We’re but mere slaves of time.