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The Rains of Time

Someone who has a passion for writing and revealing his true potentials. Life is a word, with many feelings.

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The Rains Of Time

You look up to the sky above you,

How it's so simple and blue,

Reminding you, of years ago,

So clear, that it smoothly flew,

And when the dark clouds did gather,

You arrogantly did not bother,

Until you saw it real and true,

Drop by drop, drop by drop,

Why can't your ear hear the plop?

Drop by drop, drop by drop,

The sound of time you can't stop.


Then you close your eyes to remember,

That happy kid playing in the chamber,

Doesn't think about what to come,

Not knowing the value of the number.

Growing up to a budding teenager,

Discovering things like a stranger,

Nothing matters or cared about,

Treating life just like a wager.

Drop by drop, drop by drop,

Why can't your ear hear the plop?

Drop by drop, drop by drop,

The sound of time you can't stop.


You then learn how to feel love,

Doing your best to rise above,

Everything else for your dream,

Flying through, as a cheerful dove.

Until seeing your own child,

After your life has been wild,

And finally deciding to settle,

Down to which you are reconciled.

Drop by drop, drop by drop,

Why can't your ear hear the plop?

Drop by drop, drop by drop,

The rains of time you can't stop.


Reaching a quite old age,

Sounding like the last stage,

Waving to your grandchildren,

After a very long life engage.

Having walked a thousand-mile,

A glimpse of past makes you smile.

Reopening your eyes to the sky,

Beholding drops falling to die,

Tears fall down from your eye,

Drop by drop.......


© 2018 Rony W Meleka

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