O’ Time, you are like sand
that slips out of every hand.
You move forward stealthily,
eluding our attention completely.
Though the clock records every moment of
and the Sun follows you daily
yet you seem to elapse unknowingly.
The seasons change their pattern regularly,
signalling that you have moved forward
even then we remain unmindful of you
But you have but a unique way of drawing
our attention towards you forcibly,
You change every face remarkably.
You will alter the essence of a baby face
from innocence into youthful exuberance
and also scribble wrinkles on a beautiful
face with ruthless prominence.
We then acknowledge your cadence truly
when we compare these faces from our
memory with those in reality
and see the difference for ourselves clearly.