They come pass one at a time
Strolling alone as on recess
Or running like light trains
Our moods measures their momentum
They are the days
Our days and your days
Going on without a single stop
Waiting for no one or nothing
Days of happiness or sadness
Days of joy and sorrow
Days of loneliness and fellowship
Days counting ceaselessly
Numbers are mere figures
Ages are just tags
Days coming and going like eternity
They are gone past
Yet they are still coming
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
(C) 2015
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