The Passageway Of Time Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

A narrow path runs across the sky
Hidden by the bright sunlight
Time sneaks across our sky
In a clandestine mission of some sorts
To usher the future in a smooth automatic succession

The mortal beings across the earth
Are stupefied by the monotonous stroll of the sun
Silently flying across our sky
With its timely deliveries
Sunrise is ushered at the same time every day
Noon is never too late
And sunset never fails to impress
But time hides behind the sun’s rays
Piggybacking on a natural spectacle
Time is left unexposed

The passageway of time
Holds humongous amounts of secrets
Bags of ideas are channeled through everyday
The future waiting anxiously
For the baton of ideas to exchange hands
And a bright new day to begin