Than a bird, time flies.
Maybe faster than the fastest fly.
Passing on from yesterday,
Drifting through today,
And drawing nearer tomorrow.

Time flies,
Right from the onset of birth,
Birthing several changes,
Causing our aging process;
From childhood to adulthood.

Time flies,
Leaving behind memories of,
the lost opportunities,
And those we enjoyed it’s experience;
Both nice and ugly moments.

Time flies,
Bringing into reality,
All our hidden fantasy,
And the true intentions;
Of our family, friends and foes.

Time flies,
Revealing to the light,
The hidden secrets,
And considered mysteries.
Telling the truth of old,
That made people go cold.

Time flies,
Building a temple of love,
Letting us cherish what we have,
Creating room for maturity,
Our lives little security;
Indicating our existence and exit.

Time flies,
Landing on our stage,
Drawing down the curtains,
On every existing life,
Serving death’s icy hands.