A poem i love!

Sonnet 60

Shakespeare (photo courtesy: Google)

"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked elipses ’gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
   And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
   Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand."
                                                          
                                                      William Shakespeare

 I remember reading or learning this poem when I was in class twelve. Though like any other poems, it was also hard to understand in the beginning after a normal reading, but I started to love it after my teacher taught me. Yes! I loved it. Sonnet 60, as in the title, 60 represents 60 minutes of the time. It signifies time. Time and how it passes by. Our life is a naive baby and then the best of the cheerful days come, then the crooked eclipse of the moon that is a human's old age, says this beautiful sonnet. Time is also compared here with the waves of the sea that takes over one another.
This is a beautiful poem shall remain my favorite always.