I took a stroll from the University
out to the real world it ain't pretty
my path was crossed by a child, witty
and playful he was in kindy
on his right hand was a toy
and on his face was a smile so giddy
he reminded me of my myself at that age
Where has the time Gone?

i continued my stroll
A couple of kilometers away i meet an old man
outside the hospital who just lost his only son
i didn't know him but i spoke to him he was all torn
He spoke of his sons death right to the day of his birth
The old man looked different like he was in a hearth
Pain sicken grief ridden he spoke to his heart
Why didn't i spend more time with my son?

Time is elusive
Make the best of it

~Q~