The world in might of creation
That ages without the consent of man
When time run and memory speaks
Of lifetime gone and hope unseen.
In the wake of beauty and passion
When woman believes the world in her palm
As men swoon to the dance of her hips;
A day comes when beauty fades and age speaks.
In the forming of a man
Who pants for more and act not
In moment given and life shortened,
Age comes knocking and time slips away.
When life smiles and bestow more,
For the likes of man in earth vast,
Time wait not, but carry on, passing by
Until a time when death shall bring end.
©Okunola Peace
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