24 is the number,
It seems so quick when it's over,
It's not that we don't remember,
that that's all we have, HOWEVER,
Time is never enough,
When we want to laugh,
Or when things get tough,
As life is always rough,
24 is whats been given,
Complaining and fretting won't be forgiven,
Though everything is always uneven,
Just our ambition and strength are the force of driven.
P/S: I just love to compose a-spur-of-the-moment poem. This poem has been composed in less than 30 minutes due to my dilemma of delegating the 24-hour per day of doing all the daily tasks I need. What do you reckon about this poem?