Time

Time flies like a falcon
Those days of playful pranks were yesterday
And years flew by between yesterday and today
End of months, end of quarters and end of years
Come rushing to you to remind you of the sales targets
And the falcon drew lines on your face and curves on your chin
And sprinkled grey patches on your youthful mane
And you were looking at the profit graph
And the sensex waves, where you wished
Your riches get doubled and tripled
You never realized that your got crippled
That now you are termed as the sulking old man
That all your riches might pay for plastic surgery
But it will not bring back the playful years and youthful merry