The Clock

Counting last minutes
Your time be it short
Why should you leave us stranded
Our eyes wet and red
Out faces winkled

Why brother
Should we bother to ask
Who will bother
Is it over the task
Given by your creator

It is soon
We are left stranded
Like strangers in our home
No laughter at all
We are all crying

Your departure so soon
That no one saw you
In your youthful life
The life you lived
It is worth to have memories