Our past gone days
Are a blessing always;
We strive and fight
But no longer take delight
In each other’s respite
So we can hardly give our own Light
To such a big bite
Out of time
But blessing our rhyme
We are contemplative in time
That our whole antagonistic rhyme
Is out of time!
Be fine!
We can now rhythm and rhyme
And all be in time!
Possibilities climb!