Time Flies Like A Comet. In A Split Second, Unaware,
Daylight Turn Into Darkness, Joy Turns Into Gloom.
Yesterday Creeps Back To Its Grave To Rest,
The Present, A Blazing Fire Before The Eyes
And The Future Will Stroll To The Hearts And Souls To Dwell.
Each Second Visits Then Leaves The Earth.
It Has No Time To Enjoy The Meadows And The Seas.
Each Day Whizzes By The Lands, Each Night Tiptoes Out Of The Black Ink Pot.
Time Flies To Get Home On Time To Rest Her Wings.