Time

A poem putting emphasis on the judicious use of time.

Ever since the creation of the universe
Time is monitoring every second of our life
Time is flying high
To reach the sky
It is a flying horse
Speeding with full force
Today our friend, tomorrow our enemy,
Every heartbeat is remote controlled by time
We are all slaves of time
Good times and bad times.
Time elapsed never returns
Time is money
Oh ! Youth of to-day
Think about to- morrow.
Whoever tries to play with time
Will never be rewarded
Don't wile away time
Because it can change mood
Who can stop time?
We are all slaves of time
So, make the best use of time
Before our time expires.