Time (A Sonnet) Poem by Moffat Mbuzi

Time (A Sonnet)



It has never stopped ever since its origin,
It moves faster than ever before like a waterfalls.
Once lost gone forever;
No riches nor wealth can bribe it,
It is called money because it has value.
It waits for no one,
It has no destiny.
Its called time.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,money,sonnet
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