Father Time
Seize the day, they said
For tomorrow may never come
“Live each day to the fullest,” I’ve always read
And bear good fruits of many and of some
The clock is ever ticking
And the hour is of near
For Father Time to impose some picking
Of those who live in fear
The eve is drawing to a close
And by this, the end of human life
So it is, the distinction both of friend and foe
As the minute hand proceeds in strife
Father Time does not forget
And inflicts great wrath with no regret
Copyright © Andrew Yates | Year Posted 2014
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