Time after time.....

Time

is not for us to be mad of,

nor cry of sadness

and blame for.

Its never its' fault

for being what it is:

golden, silent and punctual, at least...

Time

is not for us to waste,

but to take haste, to be made useful

and saved just like the rest.

It'll never leave you,

like days of the past,

but instead, we care not to catch up

and so it all passed..

Time

is a must to cherrish,

the past even to this day,

as the future we may not know:

Of will we still breathe,

laugh and even go through,

but if its not you, might be the people around you..

So remember then,

bare it in mind,

listen what your heart says,

with consideration:

maybe of mine.

What you hold now,

explore, keep and understand:

For what is worth, is always to the end....