This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary magazine in September 2017.
Time flies
Clock shines
Its hands wine
To stop! No sign!
Sun sails
Day trails
Darkness hails
Moon spells
Morning mails
Cock tells
Work or sales
Again prevails
Some sleep
And gossip
From morning beep
Till night creep
Toil’s brave
Sleep’s grave
Time’s hive
Where men survive
Talents die
Men’d sigh
Life’s high
Deaths nigh
Potentials waste
With such a haste
Them came and went
Them never spent
Time flies
Use or loose
Be fast to choose
And wisely do use