THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 30
The Time is past-ten to feed,
Not minding the stress to sea,
Danger in abode, gentle too see,
Thou hast felt?the waste-heed
Time thought tortoise this and that
the picture paint of time on the hill
For those with eyes to look and heed,
The Backbone of destiny’s alert.
Time time time
But younger than the youngest
Time works all days without taking a dime
He got admission before you.
Don’t cry and feel so down.
‘Coz,he’d still be in the school’s lawn.
While you graduate with his boo.
Time is a matter of time,
Yesterday life treated me so badly,
I grief so sadly
Because of time.
Mighty waves dash me time,
Work on each zone,peace-settle,
Levy-hands seduce mine.
Lines and contours of season with reason.
Masterpiece of fate, choice of destiny.
The zone plough of rumbustious blink.
Who can pay the ransom of time peace?
Your existence no one can tell
Your end no one knows
But yet all follows
Tho some stood yet some fell
You graduated and now an employee.
He graduates and he’s now a boss.
He grieves over his second child loss.
While you spend Vac. with yours at the sea
I wished life can calculate,
So that it may lead me the right path.
Time zone please do circulate.
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