Time cries for no one
A mystery i think time is
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, .....
It continues without a care in the world

We plan and plant and wait and harvest
Then, we do it all over again
With time, we move on and on
There is no pause, only continuum

Time cries for no one
People pass on, pets pass on
Life recycles
Poets philosophize
Philosophers ponder
Sounds pointless, all of these
It's an adventure, almost predestined
A web of feelings
This is life, they say
This is life...
TBC, forever