No Time To Kill! Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

My dear!

The time has come, quick,
we must make tracks!
Lord, may we not be slow.
(Now? Do you mean
we must leave this
very minute? Is it really
time to go?)

Oh yes!

We must skedaddle! We
both knew this time
would arrive.
(Alright, I’ll just grab
my bag and a little
food for the trip...
my sakes alive!)

No, stop!

We don’t have time, we
must move quickly! The
water is a’poolin’, I tell you...
we may need to row.
(OK, I’m a’movin’
and you’re right...
we’d better vamoose,
for you’re not foolin’
so, let’s go!)

Thank God!

That was close! I feel
safer out of the reach
of that torrential rain!
(Amen! Because of your
insistence we’ll live
to see good times again.)