Time travels like a programmed machine
Whose only command is to go forward
It does not look side ways,
Does not look backward,
Does not wait for even a second on anyone,
We go at its pace.
Time feels no sympathy,
Hears no pleas,
Cares not a hoot about bribery
We rot little by little at its ticking walks
Yet we celebrate each rot
We are happy at its company to the hollowed earth,
But we cry when we reach our destination.
Time causes rot with each hand it swings
Hold him if you can
Life will not help.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.