Its All A Matter Of Time Poem by Ahmed Shibli

This satisfied man,
Standing with what he deserves.
Oblivious of how fast time ran,
and the wind that has returned.

Since, its all a matter of time.

His shoulders are now light,
and his face patient.
Eyes that see the secrets of the night,
a heart as good as vacant.

Since, its all a matter of time.

Those gentle hands and enchanting smell,
of hair that tickled his worries away.
Lost
As death played its hand,
with despair and dispel,
and nothing more to say.

Since, its all a matter of time.

In an old and dark apartment,
in Windsor.
With the view of an old tree,
shredding leaves that grew crisper.
All that could be heard was
the cold wind and its whisper.
He lies still on the bed
with a heart colder than winter.

Since, its all a matter of time.

Another man rusts in the wind of time,
till oblivion is what he defines,
but I have done him a favour
that might be a crime.
I have made him immortal with these lines.

Since, its all a matter of time.