Time Moves Ahead

If you don’t make time to sharpen the blade,

The rust will creep, the edge will fade.

If you don’t make space for growth each day,

The winds of life will sweep you away.

A mind left idle, a skill left still,

Turns to a burden, against your will.

A dream ignored, a craft untrained,

Becomes a shadow—dull and drained.

Each sunrise whispers, “Rise and strive,”

Yet comfort tempts, “Just drift, survive.”

But time won’t wait, it moves ahead,

And what once thrived may end up dead.

So carve a moment, forge your art,

Feed the fire inside your heart.

For if you choose to stand, delay,

You’ll watch your strength just fade away.