Time's Fleeting Sense

The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained As years turn and decay begins to show Time is met in memories self-contained Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window A child on a cloud of imagination Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create A young man wearing shoes of freedom found Chasing after love to impersonate A time bandit, stealing cherished moments As its payment has cost the skin to gray Broken into years of passing segments The sleeping night, the entrance to the day How quick it all has been, time's fleeting sense When the last drip falls, my death will commence 9/2/16