TIME
No wonder, time, you are so fast.
You use the light to pull your cart
and take man and the world with them
to gratify your hidden whim.

You are sadistic and you join
your hand with death and years that run.
Years take all creatures to old age
to make death find them in one cage.

Evil you are with all your friends,
but all the group on time depends.
Why don't you be kind and slow down
to give us space to rest and yawn?

But time and rays of that high sun
complete each other and are one
as both collude to make a year,
which man looks at with utmost fear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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