Time

Time oh Time, how you have become an enemy to me The sands runs through the glass too slowly The minuet hand assumes the pace of the hour hand And the hour hand takes a millennium to complete rotation The sun lazily climbs the steps into the sky and the Moon is stubborn to return with her children Do you not want to see tomorrow like I do? A whole new horizon to explore

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L.C. Jarrette

Date: 7/9/2017 7:51:00 AM

i like how you expressed your thoughts in this poem. i would interpret this as someone who is already tired and bored of his life thus treating time as the enemy. sometimes life seems to be like a routine already and we would want to taste and experience adventure for once. love it! good job!

Kudzai Mhangwa
Date: 7/19/2017 1:59:00 AM

Thank you very much for your take on my poem my friend!