We try to hold our Time, knowing
That it is melting like ice.
Then as river, Time is flowing
We cannot enter it twice.
Philosopher’s words, we are quoting,
Tell us, nothing comes back.
Life is a carousel, we are going
On toy zebra white and black.
Life is not a toy that can be throwing
In a waste-basket like trash.
Fate gives us black times for growing,
White — for the life to refresh.
We can compare Life with zebra crossing,
At birth we see road’s bend.
Inspite of colors, if there’s no car tossing,
We safely walk to the end.
But anyway, I am always comparing
Life with zebra pie to eat.
Despite the black and white sharing,
It’s all over tasty and sweet!
Time and Life
© Copyright: Валентина Ильина-Печенова, 2017
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