Right in my threads and fabric’s embrace,
I have learned a truth, a lesson to embrace,
One of time’s power, woven fine,
In every stitch, the essence of life’s design.
A dress I wore, a cherished attire,
In colors vibrant, my heart’s desire,
But time, that relentless weaver’s hand,
Unfurled its might, a tear, unplanned.
A single stitch I could have made,
To save the dress, its beauty displayed,
Yet heedless I, I let it be,
Thinking, “Tomorrow will set it free.”
But alas, the morrow came and went,
More tears appeared, their numbers spent,
The longer I waited, the worse it grew,
A flawed design, my neglect in view.
Oh, the power of doing things on time,
As I observed that dress of mine,
Procrastination, a sly disguise,
It lures with comfort, but soon belies.
For with each passing hour, a fray,
The fabric weakened, colors astray,
And I, the culprit, to blame for this,
Neglect’s embrace, the path to amiss.
With needle and thread, I took my stand,
To mend the dress with steady hand,
Each careful stitch, a symbol of might,
To battle time and set things right.
And as the dress began to heal,
Its beauty returned, a wondrous appeal,
I realized the truth in my grasp,
Time’s power subdued in a timely clasp.
Beyond the dress, a wisdom arose,
In life’s grand tapestry, it surely shows,
To seize the moments, before they fade,
Is to honor the design life laid.
For just as a dress that tears and frays,
A life untended, in disarray,
Yet with each timely act we bind,
A symphony of moments well-aligned.
May these words of mine remind,
Of the power in doing things on time,
With each stitch of life we sow,
A masterpiece of moments will grow.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 