Each moment is filled with a magic of it’s own;

An endless romance with time

Nurture the seeds that you have sown

they will grow into forests divine

Let tinsel fall upon those tears

and turn them into pearl

Let rosy lips sing a song

of happy yesteryears

For yesterday was’nt far away

not far from what lies tomorrow

A hundred years cannot undo

What went by as lonely sorrow

http://mallipooh.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/10/time.htm