TIME

I love to read this poem. The truth of life and TIME.

TIME

I wonder where it was born
For it tells when we were born
Tireless it goes on
But with fear we pass on
For it not have we pass on
For it not have a soul,
Yet remains an immortal sole
A mastery of it is impossible
As the questory about it is not resolvable
Panting after trying to chase it imploys
Our faultry in falling a play
There is no one to tell when it all begun
And for all your highs and lows
They call it for you “TIME”.