Man’s great tragedy is --- he thinks he has plenty of time. .... AKSHR

 

Man’s great tragedy is --- he thinks he has plenty of time.

Man's great tragedy is, he thinks he has time to kill,

A never-ending cycle of moments to fill.

He rushes through life, with no thought of the cost,

Thinking tomorrow will bring him more, and more will be lost.

 

He chases after dreams, with a heart full of fire,

But in his haste, he forgets to desire.

The present moment slips away, unnoticed and still,

As he fritters away the days, like sand in a thrill.

 

He thinks he has plenty of time, to make his mark,

To leave his legacy, to leave his heart.

But time keeps moving on, and he's left in the dark,

With nothing but memories, of what could have been, and what might have been.

 

So let us not be fooled, by the notion of time,

Let us not waste our lives, in a never-ending rhyme.

For man's great tragedy, is the time he does not see,

The time that slips away, and the memories that could have been.