Another Three-Six-Five Season Gone By Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

Every second ticks
Grab all that sticks
Time waits for no man
Make haste my dear man
All moments count in seconds
As they come together in bonds
Minutes roll into hours
What we achieve are ours
Days are sweet in dates
Know what come are your fates
Sometimes weeks make one week
Labour and sweat for all you seek
Months have now become periodic
You know their names; makes them static
Counting out like some kind of strive
Alas! What gone by was another three-six-five
It was another season called year
Was never bad after all oh dear
Looking forward to the next season
When you try there will be beautiful reason



(c)Olaniyi G. Akanji
31-12-2018