Time (A Sonnet)
It has never stopped ever since its origin,
It moves faster than ever before like a waterfalls.
Once lost gone forever;
No riches nor wealth can bribe it,
It is called money because it has value.
It waits for no one,
It has no destiny.
Its called time.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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