Obviously, yesterday and today
Are two different days
Things change every day
But the number of sun’s rays
Do not change
At about the same range.
Yesterday was a great day
And today is a different day
People move like the needle of a clock
Things change every day
Even the chameleon hidden under a heavy rock
Nobody remains the same
Otherwise, we would have been more insane
We can accuse and blame
Time which is running like a bullet train.
Time which is running like a bullet train Marvelous comparison in tune with time itself. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10+++