Poem: Fade

What happen to the time?

We used to have so much of it.

Now it is all but gone.

There is no turning back the hands of time.

It is only forward we go.

You can always look back at the memories that we made.

It is just that the memories fade.

Tick, tick is all that we hear.

Just as the rain fall with all our fears.

Time is moving as we are growing.

The end is coming yet we have just started living.

I think the time to take chances are now.

Do not wait the clock certainly is not.