In Time, por Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

In Time

We grow in time and by day we ripe,

But by hours our memory shrinks and

Dawns to slumber in intelligence,

But with love; we sharpen every slumber

Our memory seems to please and

Eternity becomes far in months.

(2014)

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