As life passes through the seas of time,
Time swings back and forth,
As time waits for no one in mind,
Life is gone to most who sloth,
As time and life look with connections in fate,
In fact is none to those who thought,
As the people who thought try to wait,
Some get impatient and soon they fought.
It seems that life is more of a boat,
Which seems to move about to and fro,
Soon life becomes as it starts to float,
Life begins again and the circle re-roll.
Poet end
