Once an age in the land of oblivion
On the lap of  time  dwells everybeing
Such today and no tomorrow
Eras,regimes,generations and tenures
Comes and flew


A supernatural sentforth a great valour
To save the puzzle of 'time'
But after so much toil
The great valour becomes a old gallant
And at the verge of death
Where, no where but his home  a necropolis will be.


He gave an inked leafy scroll to a young lad
To yield to the supernatural who claim unscathed or aged
But will be after centuries.

Rather the parchment reads;


"Time is not thine neither mine
The little thing in it space line
Turns fate around so fine
Even a feather to a cone pine


It waiteth not
And can never fall shot
With its little finger so short
Great things come forth


It permiteth not excuse
And doesn't care why you're confused
Yes it does produce your muse
If you don't with it make a fuse


Misusing time in a slight,
Lost the trip which needed a flight
Or rather gone chance to a greater height
After all the work and plight.

THE ILL AND HEAL REST IN TIME

©AdeyiMaryMayomikun