SLOW, SLOW TIME In vain does the clock tick and tock, Its appeal to haste like good air left to waste. For when you are here, rush is never near. Time stands still like a sentry on a distant hill; Hours fly past at the speed of a Boko Haram blast. The sun sweeps the entire sky- fact my eyes deny; The moon goes to bed, clouds covering her head. Hunger leaves the door in defeat: its knocking fetched no feet; And, by popular vote, thirst steers clear of the throat. Weariness avoids the veins where a queen reigns; Sleep creeps towards the eyes- but meets its demise. In vain does the clock tick and tock, Its appeal to haste like good air left to waste. For when you are here, rush is never near.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 06:45:49 +0000