Time that pass by,
Over your shoulders,
is never seen again,
to be stopped,
You feel the breezy flash,
‘O’ to feel that you missed, how?
you turn around,
to catch him again,
and he is past before you,
like the morning mist,
unveiling the natures’ face,
at the touch of hands,
of golden rays,
and to grow to youth,
of mid-day noon,
to see the setting prime,
darkening fills the nature, face,
and the TIME laughs at you,
for you have missed once again,
Never To See, Never To Know!