Time Poem by Samuel Umana

Wait, wait they call out to you
Holding them in dismay you move on
Tic tac, tic tac you go on
Never tired nor weary
At some point you wait
But never go late
Ever forward you brace on

Forgetting even your maker
Not important some hold you
Sooner though they face the bitter truth
People will have to wait on you
For the appointed time to come
Seeking your face they all troop
Waiting for a healing even eagerly

Move on for you shall never be late
Like a horse you are ready for battle
With remorse some look at you
Even with laughter some long for you
Even the sovereign one on you he waits
To declare his very ruler-ship
The voice of the stupid one is afar off
To cause your very existence to be known