Time flies, it certainly travels uninterrupted
First as a toddler, crawling on bare ground
Trying to find our feet, and taking our first walk
Then as a child who desires to grow
In a twinkle of an eye, an adolescent is birth
Filled with exuberance to know
And a stage of responsibility where one desires companion
Then again he birth a child who undergoes the same circle
Filled with toiling and sorrow he wish to be a child again
But the hands of the clock never goes back
It grows gray on his hair until no one is left untouch
Frail and old, he walks on three, and by stalk
Time flies, time travelers tale
Everyone goes through the same path
On four, two, then three and the circle again
Each traveler with a pouch of tales to tell
Of joy, pain, regret, failure and success