Time

Tick tock, tick tock.

Time is passing by-

Slowly.

 

Turn, turn-

The hands turn,

Time is passing by quickly.

 

That was the time when young.

 

Now-

Hours can be short,

But days can be long.

 

Or-

Hours can be long,

But days can be short.

 

I first realize this,

When Mid-Autumn Festival came swinging around again.

"A year passed so fast, Mother!"

 

"That is a sign of your age,"

 Was her remark,

 Which I remember till this day.

 

Meanwhile, I sit looking at my clock,

The time is still going on,

Even as I exist.