By: Abisola F.

It drops slowly one by one

It drops slowly soon there’s none

In this time things change

In this time things grow

In this time things dies

But when?

No one knows

Time is old

Time is new

But when it grew

No one knew

Time is bronze

Time is gold

But no matter how long

Time never stays old

It comes in all shapes and sizes

Time keeps going

Then it rises

Can you control it?

Can you change it?

Can you stop it?

When time passes we wonder how

But it never matters

Because we know now

It drips slowly till there’s none

It drips slowly one by one


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