In a Black space
There be a Turning globe
Taking up pace
Flourishing with Life on the globe
We name it the Earth
There be three hands
Fixed together, this is worth
Reminding of, The Clock that demands!
It sure demands, it sure commands
Mothers give birth
At a time, no misunderstands
From the time a life lands on Earth
Time Passes by
The so called Baby toddles his way
Time Passes by
It becomes Bigger on the way
It has much to learn...
Thus, it gets to face problems
It has much to learn...
Thus, it has to know the quantum's
It grows it way up
into the society
It gets to show up
Time passes without variety
Like a Seed
that dies after
he had let grow
the plant into the sky
The Man gets old
becomes calm and quit
after a tiresome journey
collecting experiences
The Man finally
gets to see an end
Time had passed by...
Time had passed by...
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