Ages Fly
Weariness at the end of day, Desiriousness to have our way, Promptness to scold and condemnation, A little more care of a brother's name. The end of the journey is at hand, For the time and eternity of man is at equilibriu.. Traveling down the way, That leads to the tunnel of a better way. A state of euphoria, a little more tears Increasing years shouldn't have been unravelled End of all, for the book is closed and prayers are said, And now part of the countless souls. Now we heed to where all must go, The place where is unknown to the nons Thrice sad for there is distance between us Nevertheless not a barrier for us. . Thomas Oluwatosin © Fearless Lines
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