As time flies

I want my life to mean something:
a desire of my goals to achieve
a right decision to improve better
The passage of life can be brief.

As time flies
I will work until my weakness turns into strength
My memory must bear me witness,
the passage of my life shall not be in vain.

Time is memory
I detect its passage by perceiving change:
as the spring that blooms with new life
so does the autumn leaves turns brown and fall.

As time continues to fly
Never will I compare myself to anyone
I are not above anyone
No one is above me.

As time flies, nothing remains the same
Even the world around me changes
When I get to where the comparison is dead
I will also remember, life is a journey.

Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie is a  Roman Catholic Nun. She belongs to the religious order of “Oblates of St. Benedict Joseph Labre” in Italy. She is a graduate of the University of Bari where she obtained her Bachelor’s and Masters’ degrees in “Information and Communication Technologies for the Production of Software” and “Computer Science” respectively. Currently, she is carrying out research work on “E-learning for Developing Countries”.

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