POEM of the Week: TIME

By, Debbie’s Ink

Time is precious;it waits for no man
Time is humans enemy’s friend
Where hast thou been oh Time?
Why do people trample upon the streets
With coats, ties, trousers, shoes and dresses?
Greeting each other with a wave of hands

Why do insatiable creatures used you as an excuse?
Even with you been twenty-four hours in a day
You ain’t still enough for humans
Your roving hands wonts wait for no man
Moving swiftly and slowly
With a tick-tock sound
Time is money they do say
It is been spent unknowingly and wisely
Our ancestors are gone in past time
There is still no Time to revive them
To everything there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under the Heaven
A time to be born;and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which was planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to wipe and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get and a time to lose;
A time to keep and a time to cast away;
A time to rend and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love and a time to hate;
A time of war and a time of peace
Time would permit human to enjoy his fruits of labor
But would be cheated with death
Time! Time!! Time!!!
Do us good by rendering yourself excessively to us
And we promise with all our hearts to keep faithful to you!