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.