father time
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Along the footpath home,
I espy an old apple tree.
Branches grabbing past the heavens
for something more significant.
A girl. Lush, plentiful, and providing.A boy. Old as time, a lender.What's their purpose alone?Together they work hand in hand.
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Father time whispers in my ear
I'm flying by
Catch me if you can
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Knock you out faster than Muhammed Ali
Because the situation in this nation
requires some retaliation, vindication and education.