The Reaper

Time is money for some people. For others, god knows what. From others i had learnt that time and tide wait for no one. But then, i feel that time is always your dear friend waiting by your side till the day you die. Lazy nincompoops say that i am waiting for my time to arrive. But i say that this is wrong as the proverb which reads every dog has his day is applicable only to dogs! Only when the Reaper whose name is Death comes at the time of the harvest to cut the bearded grain and the flower that grows between, does time leave you and gives company to the next new born infant.