Time Waits No Man Poem by Imaobong Igwe

The Songs of my lass i remember them not.
The Voice of my youth are all gone with the winds.
We all once filled with prig.
Tones, tales and thoughts all gone with the rain
Without pride, profit nor prize to show.
Wait! Wait! Oh time wait!
That my will be done which i left undone.
But the world, who could change in a day?
As time waits not man.
Lets find our black ship while not night.
Lets fight time while prime.
Lets merry while we can.
Cos time waits no one.