Tick, tock

Tick, tock

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.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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