Time
Why hath thou stole with thine fingers, my prime
Eternity, in scores, hath my mind thought findeth,
That, in scores my life shall liveth;
Subtly, subtly, my youth, you stole, Time!
Copyright © Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis | Year Posted 2017
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