A Poem about Time

TIME

Time has never felt so minute

Every second counts and hours brisk by

Oh, how I wish I was not losing grip

Until now, I have always been spoilt with time

It has always been mine

But now, the time sun does not seem to shine

And I wonder if I will pass the line

Whenever I speak to mother, she says I will be fine

Until now, I have always been sure

Things have never felt so obscure

If time was money, I would be poor

After all I endure

At the end I hope to mature

Oh, Mother Africa

Won't you please come to my rescue

Your son is running out of time

If you can't though, I will understand

For time is also not on your side

Time and again, they have torn you apart

But now you are at the start

You may not top the chart

But one thing we know, is that you are smart

And no longer will they say you can't

Even though we do not have time

And the hardship felt straight down our spine

I know that we will be fine

And soon, we will shine.