Innocently, the clock sits still like a student
The second’s hand ticks past the minute
The minute past the hour.
Guiltily, the years put a great dent
On dreams we fail to meet
And hopes that are dour
But this time, you are a fly, so prudent
Rolling and rolling the helpless digit
Of moments both sweet and sour.
– Effiong Samuel
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