Babatunde Aremu - More Time

Its available all through
Yet its not enough
As its hands tick away
We crave for more
To do this or that
We try to manage it
But it slips away gradually
We wish we have more of it in the past
We hope to have more in the future
Our desires for more of it
Is like an open selpulchre
That's never say enough to corpses
We all need more time.
Young, old, rulers and subjects
Constantly yearn for more time
But we must know that time is mobile
It is a 'passing moment'
That waits for no one

Babatunde Aremu

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