Time

Time ticks, Days fly
Month swings, Years passby!

The ticking of the clock
Makes me wonder sometimes
Do I understand what is says
Or its just sound of chimes
Round and round it goes
Making all the things sublime
Before I do realize
The time has ticked, begrimed

The flying of the sun
Is different sometimes
Days run behind the nights
Both together make the rhythm of the chime
The speed with which they pass
Raises the trouble slowly and sublime
Before I do realize
The day has flyed, begrimed

The pace of the swinging calendar
Affect the things around sometimes
One goes two goes and third is gone
Disturbing the harmony of the chime
The pace with which it turns
Catch your breath in manner that’s sublime
Before I do realize
The month has swung, begrime

The passing of the years
Makes me look back sometimes
So many things all planned
Fell apart like the broken bells of chime
If given another chance
Would have done differently but not sublime
Before I do realize
The years passed, begrimed

Time ticks, Days fly
Month swing, Years passby!