Reality


Forty years ahead,
Kept growing into an achievement,
Age is just a number but gives years to life
Lives are lost as the age begins to decrease,
Numbers are just a hand full of words with no meaning,
Months kept on the division of years on earth,
Weeks reminds us of the number of years yet to come,
Days brings about the second, minutes, hours spent on every occasion,
Lives are lost day by day,
New babies are born,
Generations come and go,
Time travels death is inevitable.

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