by Robiel Menghisteab
Of time, there is one thing of sure,
The fact that it will never wait for you,
Doesn't matter how long you know him,
He is a stranger, a strider in hood
A grave friend, a respected foe,
He will lift his scale,
And judge you in accord,
If you were diligent, a hardworking
A man to a heart, a life in truth,
You need not to count his measures,
Need not to worry about his dues.
By Robiel Menghisteab.