WHY I RHYME WITH TIME

Each comes with its own songs

And each wants its name among

Like a battle where none belongs

The songs sing themselves like an odd wrong

II

Travelling with time, one must mime

To hear its sounds so one can rhyme

To feel its pulse so one can time

And work so right to desist from crime

III

You are a known exister

Your existence was known even by many ministers

You don’t have to form a cluster

Yet you come with many blisters

IV

I need to step

For my step to rep

To show pathers that I came this way

I’ll have my say and mime away

Listening to time

And trying to rhyme

While my ears lie prostrate for the tick tocks

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015