Time has the wings of a dragon.
It is too big to be trapped in a man’s
Wristwatch, or in a wall clock.
Life is short but time is not?
There must be something long
Very long that could keep (wo)men
Waiting for the Second Coming
Time has a color. I think it’s grey.
It has no age. It’s young and grey.
It has no length. It’s neither long,
We are filled with sand like hourglasses.
No wonder when we die it just pours
In the coffin.
No one knows who is living
Right or wrong.
They say time will tell,
But time isn’t always a storyteller.
It counts but stays mute waiting for you
To do something about your own life.
Time has the legs of Usain Bolt,
And sometimes wears the shoes
Of Eliud Kipchoge.
And when it stands still, it carries
The head of an owl.
It goes round for the calendar
To start the race again.
By 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.