IT'S ONLY TIME by Mide Benedict

Periods of odds will pass awayLeaving you to keep smiling and highly gay

Spoken and broken are your words

Shattered and battered, your worlds

Blunt, cannot hunt your self-esteem

It emits dying heat, your joyful steam

Faints like beaten saints, your great talent

But don't be caught and don't relent

Shed not tears in bed, don't be iced!

Become not some cloth that is ragged

Rise and be no mouse with running heart-beat

Very soon, you'll like the sour cherry become sweet

Periods of odds will pass away

Leaving you to keep smiling and highly gay

It's only time before you become what will come; relent not....

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