How time flies

The first fragile breath

Of a “new-borns” cry’s

As into this savage world

A child must survive

Fighting the odds

Of hundreds to one

This child must develop

A keen sense of worth

To battle the unknown

On this hostile Earth

To learn to live

And suffer the loss

Love and rejection

That’s its very own

Fight its corner

With a mirage of foes

Some of its family

And some all alone

Time is its enemy

For time will not stop

                                     The relentless ticking

Of father times clock

To make its mark

A place in this sod

“I’ve been here”

“This is the hole”

“Where this human stood”

Peter Wicks