Tempestuous Time Poem by Tebogo Errol Hlahla

I’m lying here in bed in the late hours of night
I lay awake and I wonder what time is it?
I mean, time has been important all my life
I’ve timed myself through the most exciting moments of my life
Every second, has counted I know,
Every minute has meant something
But right now, tonight, as I lie here, I wonder
What time is it?
My life right now doesn’t resonate like thunder
I’ve watched the sun go under
On my numerous attempts to achieve
And I’ve watched many steal the thunder without even trying
My life if it were a fine wine
I’ll bear every torturous second without a whine
Because I’ll take comfort in the knowledge that, a fine wine matures with time
Time is of the essence to all that is alive
All living things subscribe to the seasonal changes brought on by time in life
And there’s a saying that goes ‘time waits for no man’
Even the Stone Age people knew this, including the Nomads
But why am I so arrested by time?
My life is threatened by the very prospect of losing it
Every tick and every tock of the clock
As the hands of time turns, it brings serious realizations
That my life is nothing but a sham
I’m living in the shadow of time and it casts a dark shadow in my life
Hence, I call it the tempestuous time;
Time for change?