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The Face of Time

Poetry By: John Wanjora

Tags: Face, Of, Time

If indeed time has a face, then this is it.

Submitted:Apr 16, 2007    Reads: 135    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   

The infant's innocence in the morn

The woman's beauty at noon

The wrinkles of the aged at dusk

The changing face of time

Like an eye's blink

Days take to the skies

With mighty wings grown

In a nick of time

Seasons shuffle

The future trickles

A second at a time

A minute at a time

An hour at a time

A day at a time

But will never see its warning eyes wink

From our self-professed destinies

Neither see the stock

Of our days remaining

Nor even know of where

The days lived pile up

The end comes suddenly:

Life's too brief

Time too fast

And the face keeps changing.

John M. Wanjora.


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