It Is Late Poem by PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

Time go to bed,
It's late,
Wash no plate,
Leave life to dead.

Time walk away,
Fear not this day,
It is late,
The end approaches its date.

Time wait no more,
Life's adversary provokes her sore,
Bid the farewell,
Four is the wall.

The most shortest time,
Is the living time,
Make most of it,
Judgement comes for it.

Time go,
Death is inevitable,
Judgement is inescapable,
You must let go.

Wear your shoes,
Sky sets sunny tears,
Cloud pregnant heavy rain,
Let the Moon wane,
Time respect no hair.