Time And The Day Of Death Poem by Jonathan Aspuria

Golden times of the past shining into memories,
Illuminating the darkest part that gives vividly stories,
- But the guts of men are stuck and imprison- -
While, the empty eyes focusing on the backward tic-tac movements of clock,
The clock itself eating them up and the reality moving so fast,
Even beyond wildest imagination could not stand a chance,
- -No matter where the mind goes the time still running- -
Running until the day of death and decay..
And, when the death come
Someone would say, " I wish I were spend my whole life building friendship and memories to everyone.''