Sands of Time – by Nnamdi Ogochukwu Komlan-Dodoh
Once I was a babe,
Succored by Mother’s teat,
Another day a boy,
Carefree in the waters of childhood,
In youth, I did dance in earnest.
The sands of the hourglass mock me;
Cascading ever downwards like angry tears,
My hands hold regret and unattained dreams,
Days to months,
Years to decades.
My bones grow hollow and brittle,
And brother reaper will come soon to greet me,
Hear my words flesh of my flesh;
Let not this allure of youth fool you,
Time is of limited supply.
This old body does forever depart.