IT JUST AIN'T MY TIME

 

  I am that big and beautiful river

which used to flow

but no longer does.

Not because my waters evaporated into thin air

and nor because I went dry.

No!

My source is still as chaste as it was

a thousand years ago.

That means,

I can still flow

in the same vigorous manner I used to.

It just ain't my time.

I am that bright morning sun.

I merely took a stroll to the western world.

But that doesn't mean

that the people in the eastern hemisphere

will never again 

see my beautiful rays.

They will.

And that is definitive.

It just ain't my time.

I am that fresh looking flower.

I blossom when the heavens

release replenishing pearls to me.

And when it is sizzling,

I tend to look like

a defoliated plant.

But that doesn't mean 

that I can't look beautiful

when it is dead hot.

I can!

But it just ain't my time.

I am that fruit

whoever eats me

has got a different taste of me.

But I am the same.

And though 

millions have a different view of me

I am still the same.

by JOSHUA PATRICK MAGEZI