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

Of ‘Christ’.

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,

Or short.

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

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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