Time Is of the Nonsense
Seconds, minutes, hours and days
Weeks, months, years and decades
Centuries, millenniums and forgotten ages
The book of time is filled with endless pages
We can trace time, from the time before time began
All the time in the world has passed, but what have we to learn
Men and kings before us, have lived in this very world
We walk their very steps, soon to join them in the ground
Life is brief with no consolation or relief
Time will not stop for men to deal with their grief
Time speeds furiously, knocking everything to the past
Buildings are brought down in a blast, as men turn to dust
Time is but a vast and invincible prison
Holding its captives till death for no reason
Time is boring, mindless and unfair
It is out of our control no matter how much we care
From the day of creation, and the very first sunrise
Men have wrestled with time, and paid a high price
Suffering only to live and living only to suffer
Life is bleak, tragic and there is no time buffer
Time makes no sense, even if it be of value
To live your whole life tense,and next is your burial
To set your whole life by the calendar and the diary
To be betrayed by time,all those days you woke up early
Time is a treasure that has no pleasure
Working days are much more than days of leisure
By the time you have time to enjoy your hard earned dime
You are sick all the time and your past your prime
Times change, but time changes not its behavior
Aging and erasing men, as they seek mercy from their savior
To resurrect in a world where the day does not end
To live in a world where time is dead
Copyright © Jack Nganga | Year Posted 2015
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