Age Call Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

Time torques in seconds,
amounting seasons.
Monday to Sunday, I count
January to December, I wait
And the same all over again,
Again
Time!
The only price man could not afford
I was but a child
Little time we had growing
My grey hairs have come
Reminders of my awaiting grave
No controls have we got
When mountains shall melt
And mighty men bow to the weakness of age
Beauties fade
And heroes forgotten
Like grass that blossoms
Its end is near.
Passage of time
Destroy them all.

Why right wrongs?
Deeds are deeds
Bother not about the past.
Times are turns
The world has said
Wait not the whirl of time
Else be lost
Slow seconds torques
Many hours gone!
So much time, but never enough
The sun rise and set
And time gave voice
And age called
And birth met death.

John Collins Areyayefa