Shawl of Time


My forefathers before my grandfather
Had believed that the earth was flat.
But the believe did not progress farther
Than where my grandfather had sat.

“Time will tell” my mother will always say,
But all I’ve heard is a tick-tock.
With the sun at night we live day by day,
Minds awake before crowing cock(s).

Shadows often tell time without number,
But sometimes it might just be wrong.
But alarm clocks will always remember,
To wake the master with a song.

No matter how much of this world you gain,
Write your name on the rocks of time,
Do not forget it might wither with rain.
Close your rock with the shawl of time.

Younglan Louis

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