Her Name Is TıMe Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

She's allover the earth, I smell her in the air
She chimes accross my ears like the weaver birds of so many years who clauster the bank of an ancient river's tears
She is a lioness that waits upon her cubs by the hearth, amidst winter's cold and dearth
She is the true meaning of day and night
She's a mansion of so many accomodations yet un-mentioned
She has put life itself in detention, for All will pause should her pulse rust. Her name is TIME.