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‘PROVERBIAL’ TIMES: A poem by Munira Dalal


Time is an enigma, more powerful than mankind
The consciousness of time is the most distinguishing feature of humankind

Life gives us time and space; we have to fill it
Our past, present, and future, complete it bit by bit

Times are not always the same; the grass isn’t always green
Good or bad times don’t last, is what we’ve seen

It’s not enough to run, you must start on time
Procrastination is a thief, he can steal your climb

Time heals wounds; Time is a healer
You have to give time some time, it’s a perfect concealer

There is no hand to catch time; Time flies
Better late than never; tomorrow never dies

An inch of time can’t be bought with an inch of gold
Time is free and priceless; on it, you have no hold

In times of prosperity, friends will be plenty
In times of adversity not one in twenty

Time and tide wait for no man
Seconds, minutes and hours; life is but a span

A stitch in time saves nine
Do your work on time today; make your tomorrow fine

If it’s not your time, you won’t be born
Though dates and time are by doctors sworn

If it’s not your time you won’t die
The truth is, time will tell, but never lie