Years of life, how fast you pass. Man won't forget parents when they're old perhaps as he still remembers yesterday When young and his parents were his light and ray.
Time goes fast to help man think when young he was weak in all, his strength and tongue. Their unequalled hand was so great then; time flies fast to help man it to ken.
Now, they're old and need him as he did Yesterday, when tears drenched his eyelid. They are still so great; his fresh mind can recall, and returns their work when he was small.
Time went fast and did not leave a space which endows to forget a wee chance. His succour occurs with such a heart as he still recall that glorious past.