Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,


Tied to my time
Tic tock tic tock
Thats the soundness of my time
Right in my heart o place my own clock.

There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last.

My existence is timed
Nailed with me like as a cross
Moving all day with my clock by my side
Death alone is able to path us.

There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
'Tis like a child's belovèd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast

Child look, the time is fast
Faster and it wait for no one
The faster the nearer
You are tied to it, you are moving along with it.


© parrot pen
® *Akindele Olalekan