Time does govern all men, Dictates our lives, our days on earth, Marks our milestones, writes our timeline, For the different stages of our lives, Leaving us bereft of all control.
Time cares not for our plans, But makes its own for each. Steals what we hold most precious, Our moments of joy and glory, And leaves us holding the worthless, The sad and the lonely.
The golden rays of our lives at sunrise, Soon turn to dim shadows of sunset. Change creeps upon us silently, With the stealthy passage of time, Like a thief in the dead of night, To catch us unawares.
Sometimes racing, sometimes naught, Time has a season for everything. A season to laugh a season to cry, A season to love and to bid goodbye. Does time then wield power over our lives, Or is it just a myth we created?
We know not what lies ahead, Nor the past can we alter. Moments they come and they go, Like the shifting sands on the seashore, With each wave we lose them, To the vast nothingness of time .
Like a relentless, runaway train, Time whisks us along life’s journey. With no stop at favourite spots, Nor hastening away in our despair, But suffer we must each moment,excruciatingly.
Then I hear a voice within say, “Lament not the by gone days, For they will remain in your hearts, Forever as cherished memories. Dread not the pain of suffering, For it will fade in the endless flow of time.”
Mary Jacob 
We lament for more time so often especially when we see the end whether it is while doing an exam or near the end of our lives
But we ourselves so often forget the value of time and are often unable to do justice to the time given to us.
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Lovely reminder of how fleeting time is, and that we have no control over it. But we have some control how we use the time we have. So let’s cherish each moment for what it gives us, good or bad. Because we are fortunate to have them…..
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