Timing

Time hits hard When the objective is their The best of the eras Will wind up Agony will arrive with a clumsy face The happy unprepared lad will perish The clock will stop Time will be still The lad would deteriorate Silent and numb ,cursing his fortune The most celebrated will become untold Challenges standing in a row , to goble up 'It will soon pass ' people will tell you Who knows the misery of the lad ? He is quiet , leafing through the pages Remembering the time, When he was the apex But Time hits hard Clock will pierce one out Taunting becoming cream on cake He is not waiting for the future , Remembering his past Still in a sense of silence says, Alas! What's the next rock in my life? Who will help him now ? The praisers or the nitpickers