Clock Ticks Cock Crows
The clock ticks and cock crows.
What a trick that triggers
How time flies and days flee...?
In travail you crossed the White Sea beyond,
leaving us with the route that has its roots
At the foot of the cross, and its crux in Christ.
It’s like decades
When you left without facades
In your journey through the cascades of life.
Copyright © Fisayo Aderounmu | Year Posted 2014
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