Time

Poems on time

April. Sigh, how fast the time ticks by.
Tick by tock it goes without any who or why
To anyone but itself.
It is doing what it is supposed to do
Without any who or why
To anyone but what it is supposed to do.

Can we be like that?
Like a robot
Going about our work
The way we were made
To perform?

Indeed we cannot
Because we were not made as such
We were made with a will
A mind
Emotions
And to think

Think we do but some of the
Time
We do not think enough
Because if we had thought
Enough
We would not have wanted
To think at all.