No sun to sight
Yet soon, over I a haze of terms shall creep
And my ear deaf to the sound of the bell.
Music will fade and the song will die
Mine cheeks not a grin but a smirk to twitch
As each minute to our graves draws.
Rapacious egotist,I detaste age,
She munches the exquisite building,
Sucks the splendor,
Age corrupts the mirror too.
‘Am a mother’‘Am a husband’Your children will excuse When you need their company.I would a corrupt hand too,A hand that can hold the Clock and moon.
© Namaganda