The Dance of Time

Written by: Matthew Anish

     The whirling hands of the clock 
won't stop  for you and me 
All we can do is watch and hope
Before the tidal wave 
   of the years 
washes our sand castles away 
  The dance of time 
is 
something 
   which we have no control
over 
We are all trapped within it
like marionettes we move 
and play various games 
  As the years rush by 
  and our mortal bodies 
disintegrate 
We reach for the brass ring 
but it eludes us 
    and knowing that night will 
soon be upon us 
We light our candles 
and pray