Time Runs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Time runs, time runs,
There was no way I could
Persuade it stop.
There was no promise that
Could buy it.
Time whistled.
Time giggled.
Time laughed as small
children laugh.
Ruthless it smiles.
Ruthless it goes.
Time soars as the kites
soar in the heavens
float over the Earth
yet Time be not propense
to the motion of slow
soaring but
It hobbles innocent
as a toddling grown up boy
whose eyes are still
glistening:
whose heart smiles
clean:
whose hands are white and
unsoiled:
That boy was me too.
Yet
that boy was human too.
Yes.
We, humans, oblivious
So often and so much,
We humans
Barely feel its stealthy
Undercutting our very feet
Time runs, time runs.