time is running out
their hair have turned
more and more grey
each and every day
I wish my parents could stay
a little bit younger
their hands can hold mine
a little bit tighter
time is running out
make up your mind
you’ve gone through
more than a third of your life
stop running away
stop chasing butterflies
be present. be nice
it’ll be gone before
a blink of an eye.
t.l.
Tsunami of Words 