Time And Its Pretty Meaning Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Time And Its Pretty Meaning



Please, All of you, Listen to me now! Time flies, but We don't feel it, It's not just a clock, a watch, A sand clock, an atomic clock, or any other tools of time, It's the biological clock that ticks inside Us to tell about us anytime, We only look at regular clocks or watches To know our time exactly all the time, We forgot our real clock that is inside us, Time will cut us if we don't cut it, We don't feel our real time Simply because we have neglected Everything around us anytime, Even our dreams are artificial although Our dreams are untrue, We run into the rear and We don't run into the front, All clocks and watches will not help if That clock inside us stops Simply because everyone will be directed into a standstill One day.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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