Time Poem by Cwesey Tawiah
Time
A tick, a tock; and time is gone
We trek, we stop; we're down at dawn
At six o'clock, we roll the ball
Till bam! The clock retires our toil
Just tick and tock; mere sounds of clock
Turn secs and hours, then spring and fall
We stand, we fall; but time won't stop
These ups and downs will still go on
We're in a life that's bound by time
So 'til we're out, these secs must count.
Selah!
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8/28/2026 1:40:41 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Well conceived and elegantly crafted with conviction. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing Cwesey.