Time Poem by suraj shrestha

Walking along the way,
I met many reasons,
Some making happiness, and,
some paining sadness.
Driving down those moments,
realized what i lost,
remembered my every fault,
but still time's offering chances,
but i never paid off.
I was aware and
even killing those moments,
I was myself the time,
but still why was I waiting?
For stepping up along,
the side of every problem,
for miseries to be so long, and,
blish to fill every sad column.
But still didn't recognize,
what really time seems,
and didn't carry myself,
for what really time means.
I was aware but unlike,
and now i am cursing myself,
for what i have lost,
those valuable moments, and,
now i wish the rare time,
for a little chance,
to overcome myself for,
everything i had in me,
was only the perfect time.