The time keeps on dripping in a bowl

The time keeps on dripping in a bowl,
The patience is our good virtue,
The best things concealed by the dole,
Or shall we obtain them all for sure?

Not knowing whether time is my ally,
And how long will last this ignorance,
I'm captured by moments that pass by,
I cope with no darling in voidnance.

The granite inscription seems closer,
The final appointment looks brighter,
And how can I make myself bolder
When probed by the Great Judge about her.

I wish I could have a good witness,
Who'd say I was loyal and faithful,
Obsessed with a bit of the dreamness,
Though being bad tempered and wishful.

His wishes he put to the paper,
The dreams never came into real,
He couldn't become a heart-breaker,
As a husband he was an ideal.

He managed to do all that needed,
His talant he grew full of brave,
The law, he was always within it,
To the terminal marge of the grave.

No fear when facing our fate,
Not a slave but a son of the Lord,
He walked his road hard though straight
To the goal that is shining toward.

13th of Mar, 2024, 03:37 a.m.