Time Heals
I saw a shooting star
streaked across the sky so fast.
“ Where are you going?” I asked.
There was no answer.
“ Are you in a hurry to go to heaven
or are you in a hurry to get rid of us this soon?”
You were very much alive this morning,
but shocked me with this deadly news in the evening.
What am I supposed to do?
To cry or to sob?
Or just to swallow the exploded “bomb”
and pretend this was not true?
Every precious thing in our life
is as fragile as a shooting star.
When it’s gone, it’s gone forever.
This happens on and off.
But time flies; time heals.
网友评论