We live in the space of time.
Region of past,
Transformation of present,
Gate way to future.
Tick tock, tick tock, same rhyme.
A hate of the past,
Fear of the present,
Anxiety of the future.
Makes a child weary;
Look back on time with kindly eyes.
Bond with shackles of time, giving a loud cries,
O' Time! Time! Let me merry.
This is the dark time;
Says the little child.
A high ladder to climb,
Makes me go wild.
O' help! Help,Save me from this crime.
No one heard, no one came.
Down he goes, seeing things fade.
Oh! It bedtime.
Wait for the sun to shine,
Just as it does at all time.
With the thought by tomorrow,
My sorrow will be gone.
©joyceloff
J