The Value Of Time

The Value Of Time short poem

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I am not a rainbow for everyone
but not even the rain for glorious sun
I can’t stop the time for those who want it
but they can understand its value from me a little bit
time can’t be purchased from bag of notes
for millions may come or trillions may go but time will never come back.

Earth will rotate, earth will revolve
days will pass, problems may solve
rain has gone, summer came back
but the precious time will never come back
to understand time, we may reach the dark
for millions may come or trillions may go but time will never come back.

Summer has gone, the autumn came
the green-yellow leaves changed to red
red has led to the cold war
all are fighting and reach so far
to understand time, we may reach the dark,
for millions may come or trillions may go, but time will never come back.

Will you ever be slow, oh! time,
for those sad lives who wanted chime
you might never been thought of that
for millions may come or trillions may go, but you will never come back.

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hello, Yashoda keep writing poems. your poems are magic for me.

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