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Tuesday, 12 May 2009

The Hands of Time

If the ticking clocks could tell what each passing moment holds
I would fill my house with ticking hands and listen to their song

If an hour told a story in the first seconds of its birth
I would do all things by sundown of the day not yet begun

If a day was told in seconds; a week in minutes sung
I would plan my months in hours; A day in a year unfold

But Time, a well-bound book, each day in a page will tell
When it is twenty four hours old!


Omo Okolo copyright reserved 1999

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