Time
By Johan Abey George
In the morning, the
sun goes up in the sky,
People say it looks
like a balloon,
But in the night
shows up the moon,
Around it, stars seem
to fly.
This cycle happens
once a day,
People sometimes stop
and have fun,
While down goes the
sun,
And the people go
back on their way.
Time goes on and
continues to fly,
To run out of time is
what people fear,
So, fill your life
with happiness and not crime,
Time is valuable,
something money can’t buy,
Value your time, your
months and years,
Do not waste your time.