TIME (Poem)

Time is a river that flows without rest, A force that no human can ever arrest. It moves and it changes, it ebbs and it flows, And everyone knows that it comes and it goes.

In youth, time seems endless, a wide open space, A world without limits, a boundless embrace. But as we grow older, we start to perceive, That time is a treasure we mustn't deceive.

For time is a teacher, a guide on our way, A friend who reminds us to seize every day. It whispers of moments we'll never reclaim, And urges us gently to live without shame.

Time is a healer, a balm for our wounds, A comfort for hearts that are shattered and bruised. It gives us the courage to start once again, And learn from our failures, our loss, and our pain.

But time can be cruel, a thief in the night, A robber of youth, a stealer of light. It takes what we cherish, our loved ones and friends, And leaves us to grieve until healing begins.

Yet time is a gift, a treasure we hold, A chance to be brave, to be fearless and bold. To chase after dreams, to reach for the stars, To love with abandon, to break down the bars.

So cherish each moment, each second that's passed, For time waits for no one, it flies by so fast. And when we look back on the years that have gone, May we say we lived well, that we danced to our song.

©️Wilfred Ntui.