Morning Time Poem by Rapheal Toyosi

Morning Time



The Early Life Investment
Hour Of Working Time
Time For Sowing For A Bumper Harvest
The Early Bird Catches The Worm.
Never Withold Thy Hands
Occupation Is Essential
Persist And Persevere In Your Carrier.
The Profit Are Exorbitant
Sow In The Morning
Sow In The Evening
In Sunshine, Rain, Cloudy Put Up A Seed In Due Season.
A Task That Must Be Dispatched From Teenage To Adulthood
Strike While The Iron Is Hot
Make Use Of All Opportunities
Morning Time Blessing Time.
Ye Not Harbour Idleness
Leafs On The Surface Of A River Are Naver Idle
An Idle Hand Is Design For Mission Of Vendetta
Regrets Await An Idle Hand.
Morning Time
Make Hay While The Sunshine
The Normal And Appropriate Scenerio To Execute
No One Plays With Morning Time.

Morning Time
Friday, September 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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