Merciless Time
Listen I tell you
As time goes by,
The songbirds tune
Becomes a melancholy cry.
Watch as the skin
Becomes wrinkled and worn,
For the fabric of time
Can never be torn.
Feel the memories
Fade away,
The sunny blue skies
Become a cloudy grey.
Time, precious time,
Is all that I need,
Oh time, why must you fly
At such a speed?
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2015
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