ANTOA POETRY: Time

ANTOA POETRY: Time

Time

Filled with new years —

Planted by old years

And then, the new years

Grow old.

Time,

Others jump into the opening

Of jubilation with faces covered with ripe smiles.

While others are asleep,

With the clock hanging on the wall.

Time,

In Usain Bolt‘s shoes waits

For no man.

It makes us let go off resolutions and draw into conclusions…

Time,

Too small in an hourglass;

Too large like desert within

An invisible glass.

Time,

The abstract line of infinity;

The gap hyphenating

DOB – and – DOD

Time,

we’re holding onto one

But it’s slippery

Like a slug holding our wrists tight

On the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro.

Time,

Eventually the slug will

Grow old and they’ll let go.

But before they let go,

Legacy will drip.

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.
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