The Time
There comes a time when fruits get ripe,
When heaven clears from checkers and stripes;
When night gives way for the break of dawn
And light of the morning comes to spawn.
When sun blazes a ray of gold,
The hands, long empty, find a heart to hold;
When long wait comes to a glorious end,
The tears will fall for the wounds to mend.
And now the day has come after all,
When heaven calls for the grace to fall;
For, great toil blossomed into golden petals,
So, comes the time for trophies and medals.
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