The hands of the clock Keep moving on, Reminding us of the words 'Time and tide wait for none '. Some look at the clock And say there is no time, To do all that we want to do. Others say what to do with time? What do we do to pass time? That is a sad reflection Of our state of mind, When time hangs heavily On our hands. The minute hand of the clock Does not seem to move, We keep looking at the clock Urging it to move faster, But time moves at its own pace. What we do with time Is in our hands. The hands of the clock move on. Even if they stop, time does not. ' Time and tide wait for none'.
Nice poem on time......all sentences are true in your poem...sometimes we want to freeze our favorite / happy moments but the time goes on Same manner.
Good one. Clocks do stop to be keyed those days Clocks do stop battery to be changed these days System clocks keep running until system stops finally
