poetry

poetry Winds of changes.....et all listen.....it goes like this.... there is a clock that ticks as it does, it puts things back, moving ahead itself, its got, the eternal walk around in circle and it goes on and on nothing stands still...everything moves everything grows with time.., really... or is it everything slowly begins to fade till u are buried and as you know becomes extinct. time goes by, not knowing what had come, or what had in reality gone by