[4/30, 11:09 PM] Young Poet: THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 48
THE STORY OF TIME
Give your ear to the passing ticks,
It bleeds with no time to get sick.
Riddles played on its highest peek,
The tense of man working like busy ant
In no where, in everywhere with chant.
The glory of fame resides in its pant.
Let’s tale a tale,
Tale of time that never fades
Even till next decade.
May I tell to which it may concern
Let me share with my neighbouring clan
That time and tides wait for no man.
The riches of time,
As if you loiter,
Live right,don’t strike with pile,
When its all over,
Then come a wrenched offer,
Oh,you will suffer.
All tale is high,
Higher, highest has it famous fly,
Me and you are already written in the sky,
But your story stand and lye,
Spending your time to popularise your field aside,
After you’ve been find.
Time waits for no man.
Twinkle, twinkle, time is counting down.
Like a rotating gong, it’s turning down.
Time is not money but life.
Time decides almost everything in life.
Whether Good or bad things of life.
Time has no beginning,
And not even an ending,
Time is not opposing or defending.
Time is so infinite,
And not definite
Just like a load of granite.
Watchers and witches are seeing,
How I sing is amazing.
My words back and front they are boiling.
Some jealousies call me mad,
I don’t be in sad,
Aged look around and call me lad,
As time passes by,
Life couldn’t deny
As I stared up to the sky,
The story i wished to tell
As mother whisper in my ear to tell,
Tears streamed in my veins as its ran in the wall.
The tale of time from time past,
Its legacy speaks nothing but fast,
Faithfulness, steady and steadfast.
He who will kill éclat and fame
Has to partner with time for name.
He who bears the name has answered his surname.
Let the tale move a moment, me and their past reset,
Will let us concur our dream as a Vincent,
Then, our own future will utter for the incoming latest client.
The time will be fixed,
For our tail and there tail to reflect for the incoming kin,
Our own time will soon become a scene.
Let’s sing a new song,
and dance to the beating gong.
Tomorrow tomorrow is our anthem
Procrastination remains our emblem
Remember, time is so scarce like gem.
A story of time,Oh beggar,
Flinch up and start over,
Riches will soon broach to your profile seeing you in your Land Rover.
It takes hard work and discipline,
With God’s power and grace as you lean,
But abstain from sin.
Twinkle, twinkle time is counting down.
Like a ringing bell, it’s timing down.
Wait, wait, oh twinkling time how I wish I could hold you down.
Time is too slow for those who wait.
Too long for those who grieve and crate.
How I wish I could make you wait.
Time nurtures a learner
And turns him, a reader
And then a reader he cultures to a builder.
Time nurtures a fool,
And cultures him to be rude,
Even at young age, his hairs turn a white wool.
I don’t worry it’s all about time to be prominent.
My music boon to some bent,
Whilst some said ‘it’s entertainment”
Where is time going?
It’s unbounded nor ending,
Neonatal will come and test what we are testing,
The story of time
Was mime as it was rhyme
With beautiful voices of the guitar as it rhyme
As the story were told,
Time is just a matter of time to hold.
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