Time Poem by Roger Naya

Time: limited
Quantity: unknown

We are but each a wave
in an endless ocean
and no one knows when the wind
will abate or change direction.

We all burden a flame
in the swarming fire
and no one knows when the wind
will send us to blazes.

Time is an infinite blow
and only it will know
when your whisper
will be faint
but it will never tell you
for the clock keeps on ticking
but the clock is not yours
you are merely part of it.