When life thicks under a pin


When life thicks under a pin,
And moment flies about like papers.
With time rounding a talisman in haste.

O’ can there ever be new dreams;
That faith should abound in day—
And spirituality taken root in hearts?

Oh! How I wish time could unfold it grace;
With days of love out-flowing it tributary—
Like the River Volta does to it bank.

How does the lily dance?
By embrace silent moment—
Of a dreamy still water.

Dreamy days;
And the clock keeps thicking,
But it thicks with speed under a tiny pin.

The Village Thinker © 2014


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