Time - poem

Time moves on, time moves on,
Minutes, seconds pass away.
That which is passed, is gone,
And will not be back to stay.

Time is the essence of life,
Give it to your loved one wisely.
Then you'll never have to cry
When she is taken away suddenly

- Bee

posted Sunday, June 26, 2005

LIFE - poem

Life is like a vapour as it comes and goes,
Sometimes it comes or leaves suddenly that I don't even know.
Life is like the wind that blows passed my face,
Softly blowing without a word or anything to say.
Life is like a circle as it goes back to where it begins,
From dust to dust and back to where it came.

Some people may find no meaning in life,
And they wished they were dead.
Yet the tiniest ant, when its life is in danger,
Will try every way to escape.
So you see, life is so fragile yet so precious,
Hope we can remember this in our head.

- Bee

posted Thursday, 26 February 2004