When, reality strikes us in the eyes

Or, punches us on the nose,

It takes no time to dawn on us then

The speed at which Time flies, goes.

When, memories do an album become

And, the pages form a book

And, the mirror conveys, silently

How changed is the, facing, look.

When, Time has nothing better to do

Than just hang around in hush,

When, getting up needs a little help

And, sometimes, even a push.

When, nights do the traitor play

And sleep goes amiss,

When, all we do is play with it

All night, a good morning kiss.

When, counting stars and beckoning sleep 

Are a thing of a distant past, 

When, pills are your dearest friends 

As Time looks aghast

Then,

Is the Time to reflect

On the journey that’s brought you there

But, never get lost in the haze of Time

Till the passage is complete! Beware.

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