Time Is Times Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Time flies, It does not fly, It travels, It is, It waits, and It does not wait. Some they want it to go, Some they want it to stay, Some they don't know it, Some they buy it, Some they sell it, Some they like it, Some they love it, Some they look for it, and Some they read about it. It's the tool of life around us, It's the sword that cuts us if we don't cut it, It's the engine that controls us, and It's the precious treasure if we catch it. It works to be our pretty tool If we control it. If it controls us, It will be tough. It's always in a hurry, It's always looks for itself If we don't look for it. It comes and goes rapidly and It never waits or stays. It's what we feel it, but We don't see it. It see us from above and We see it from the bottom. It's our pretty friend If we keep it and respect it. It is everywhere.