What time can't take

My Boy Ryngkhlem

The years pass by,

Like wings they fly.

Soon you’ll look back

And ask, “Where did they go?”

 

Don’t waste your days

On fleeting things.

Plant your hands while you can

And see what it brings.

 

Let your heart be full

Of hands that give,

For what you offer

Will help your name live.

 

 

 

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2025 00:43
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