Time

By: Mahlatse Lucky Tlhako

Time

Is a scar of passion,

An enemy of fortune,

A mountain that grows timeless,

and never falls like a thrown rock

Down a hill.

It builds itself without a hand,

It is the night,

And the morning sunshine.

Friend to the unfortunate,

Beauty in the ugliest place.

It knocks you conscious

When you’re not noticing.

Snatched in a flash

It is a compass that may not be able to find direction.

It flies within the wind

It is scarce when your

Passion is gone.

Without time, the sunrise would

Never reach the sunset.

Time is a clock that never turns

Anticlockwise, it is a rock that walks

And never stops, or rolls down

The hill.