Time Will Come Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

Time will come
When I will no longer lack
My bank accounts will no longer be zero
But digits with many zeros.

Time will come
When I will no longer think of job or how to get one
I will have jobs for people
And I will rotate offices to monitor.

Time will come
When I will no longer think of what to eat, where to keep my gracious head when it is dusky; shoes and clothes for occasions
I will be so rich that I will make people comfortable.

Time will come
When my bed will no longer be cold at night and my house be deserted by day,
With warm heart I will sleep on warm bed
And wish day and night are longer.

Time will come
When today's pains and sorrow
Become joy and tales
Too terrible to be believed.