Time

Time spins around and round time goes.
It flies, flies high and fast as seasons pass.
It lives and dies like a dying or blooming rose.
Whatever time does.
You can’t turn it back to how it was.

Time goes by and bye time goes.
It crawls, crawls by while seconds are ticking.
It swings and stops like a one night dance.
But whatever time does.
It doesn’t make sense.

Time means and has meant.
It remembers, calls back to things of our past.
It thinks about things and how it went.
One thing is certain.
Whatever time does.
It will always last.
Now and in our future plans.
In our past and in our memories
Time spins, flies, lives and dies.
It goes by and crawls, ticks, swings and stops.
It means, it remembers, it calls, it thinks and will always last.
For ever in time.