ANOTHER TIME FROM THE CRUST

ANOTHER TIME. FROM THE CRUST At a time when it crows I set up to a lain me at thine bowl Full weight! Full length a naked yoke There you set my piece at thine brow There I grew to thankfully crawl On the night as if sword was drawn In the bid to stay, I learned to call Abba They doubted me till they saw me hit harder Was just pawn at the silk Wanna sew some yatches that stick Fortnightly at the pulse of a thinker Another set of goad to my ruggedness Streaked of the rail to call some rains Albeit! all that I've craved for tailing Was still left with a cradle to call mine Radder tough and steel to cold time mere Subtle has little bridges to go on a cradle Canoe at tough hands of storm with a paddle Rugged wheel of times to sojourn the earth We're here thankfully, God did it successfully Senile it was on pillow of brittleness Agile would be on the bed of gloriousness When our down and ups will come to account Our lives on the placards of gold to measure To the crest we learned to mount, pacify And the trough we dig from , just delved To accelerate the pick up in race of time To glue our mind on the radder to heights Such another time comes with a dance A space in years to a memory in decades Surrounding testimonies about what's here Such that life will be meaningful giving details We'd expect more to explore; designed for We'll see more to design; account for We'll take such to account; as planned for When we'll be flying our awards for all to see