We cannot see it, cannot feel,
Yet time decides what wounds will heal.
It makes us strong, it makes us wise,
It shows the truth behind disguise.
It teaches lessons, soft or tough,
Through love and pain, through smooth and rough.
It brings us close, it pulls apart,
Revealing every hidden heart.
It makes us smile, it makes us cry,
It lifts us up, it passes by.
The things we wait for, big or small,
Time decides and gives them all.
It makes some rich, it makes some poor,
Yet opens and shuts the destined door.
So trust in time, be calm, be true,
For time will always guide you through.
Poem by
Asim Baadshah
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