Shawl of Time

Time comes knitted in fine colours
That can only speak for itself,
There is me gifted with a curse,
Loving me than I love my self.

There is a time for everything
Not minding how fast you can run
Nor how slow you decide to walk.
All falls in place at the right time.

The men before us knew the truth ,
The ones after us will say same
Without doubt or conspiracy
For knowledge will come when it comes.

Time comes knitted in fine colours
You will see it as you deem fit.
Good ,bad, one after the other ,
Time will cover us all to sleep .

Miidong