Monday 26 October 2009

Time is Running Out


TIME IS RUNNING OUT

(Yes, as we grow older, time is running out for us)

Only sixty years ago,
we had plenty of time to grow,
smile with the sunlight
and in a star-studded night.

Oh! The sweet childhood memory,
fruits grown on a golden tree
has my mind in a velvet shackle,
imprisoned emotion in wind-swept tunnel.

Why, despite the successes I had made
I couldn’t bring the sunshine to light my heart?
Why do I feel this deep abyss of emotion
that time has kept frozen?

Suddenly, I realised time is running out.
Like it or not ‘tis the prophecy of creation.
Oh! I don’t want to ride the moonbeams.
I want to keep dreaming the impossible dreams.

Many dreams I haven’t realise.
God! Give me a second life
to better the bitter life of my folks.
God-willing, one day, it’d stop being a joke.

Oh! How I wish He’ll grant my dream
to paint colours into my colourless world,
to straighten crooked edges
and to bring laughter and cheers.

Let me close the gaping abyss.
Let me put on the lid
on my bottomless pit of emotion
before You end the life of your creation.

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