River bank

Life’s roads are shorter than we ever know,

Blink of an eye — and years are gone, they flow.

Tell me, O man, why pride you proudly show?

Your final place is just two spans below.

Life is a shore — a shore with no sea,

Don’t lose yourself where waves should be.

Don’t waste the meaning time hands free,

This moment’s gold — don’t let it flee.

You blink once more — your youth is gone,

You turn around — those wild days won’t respond.

Don’t wait for sweet words from every tongue,

Don’t be a shore where no waves come.

Life moves fast, it never slows,

Like ticking hands that chase and close.

Know this truth before it’s flown:

Don’t live like land where no seas moan.

 

 

 

Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi student of Tashkent economics and pedagogy university