THE RACE OF TIME

Every day we grow,

We hardly notice it,

It seems difficult to notice,

It is a race of time.

Our past actions are history,

In our memory like yesterday,

Though with a difference of years,

It is simply a race of time.

Our history is made in a day,

Just like a normal day it happens,

Before long years of difference,

It is simply a race of time.

Whatever we do,time ticks,

Silently it ticks,

Running without feet,

Our memory, our archive of time.

Either regret or with joy,

Lies our archive of time,

For making things done

Or left undone.

#poem