THIRD PLANET
Just like a rolling ball, you come like a roger
Your quizzical movement brings about changes
Changes like the dark which they call the night
And changes like the light which they call the day
Up and down you go as you roll
You never quit a bit, always rolling
In a quivering manner though, you still roll
Having obstacles in your way as you go, you bring shambles
Causing to you to quive, bringing along hard times inside of you
Can you ever slow down a bit?
Knowing that the faster you go, the faster time goes
Your fast move makes the young to become old
It makes the strong to become weak
And even the brave to become weakling
Oh my fat large rolling ball, stop a bit!
Because time has a way of making us old
You are placed third in the line though, but you are the best among the equals
As you have land and sea in you, making it conducive for the fishes and the fishermen to dwell on
You are so warm and beautiful and i dont wish to leave your side
Can you permit me to always be in you?
Slow down a bit! Time is running against us...
Written by Sylvester Nnoli, first posted on the People's Poetry Bookshelf on 18 February 2013.
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