Autors - Agnese Dzērvīte. Dzejolis tapis literārajam konkursam LatCon 07 ietvaros.
Time passes by in strides of light He’s wearing boots of thickest hide A coat of air he pulls on tight And on his head a crown shines bright
Time takes a step and stops to stare His eyes go round, back n’ front and up n’ down He sees what was, what is and what will be In his hand he holds the only key
Time is running in an easy pace He knows no one can take his place His doings cannot be erased For only he can open space
Time feels all being out and in He is in every living thing His crown declares him as our king We all must bow and sing for him
Time does not have no pals or friends He is a setter of new trends There is just one thing he can stress His job is full of loneliness
