Time Is Sword Poem by Kassem Oude

Time is gold time is sword
Mighty mill sharp cutter
Grinds people spirit cold
Hides them by dark cover

Overwhelms weak lazy
Goalless lean head down
Faceless with life easy
Come'n go under gown

Few resist head high
Fear sleep all their night
Ever ready do not lie
Overpass them it might

Some do waste full time
By trivial gossiping
Simplest life their prime
High above won't climb

But alas those who pry
Only in deep a past
Never forward do try
Break the neck a sad act.

12/9/2008