Like it or not, time will kiss and tell… the truth
Where angels feared to thread the need whose eye
Was put to sleep and blindly led
With the foolishness of envy, avarice
Covetousness and its attendant paraphernalia
And you who say you are at the end of your tether
You are at the end of your rope
For you've been waiting so long for that time will tell…
For that the pain imprisoned within every cell of the heart
Shall be released…
You must know when the time is right for the next act you are destined.
And only if your tether or rope were a tunnel
You would be such a light at the end of it.
And maybe you think wrongly if you think
Your pain can ease my pain if I know the full dose of your pain
But this I am quite sure of that only
If your pain were a guess it would be as good as mine.
Copyright © Time Will Kiss by Simpa Omoluabi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time always tells the truth in the end. A great poem.