Time, the Almighty Landlord

Time: the biggest landlord At whose feet kings and queens bow Cockiness and stubborn they can ill afford When time wipes vanity and sagacity from their brow In consonance with the mandate Bestowed on time from on high As no other candidate Dares to ply The trade in enthralling beauty That leaves onlookers out of breath The next moment, time being naughty Crumples a hexing face implanting dearth Of supple skin, agile gait While time grows on a souse a protruding paunch Signaling the haste Time employs to launch An assault on the juvenile Appearance time lends to youth Only to metamorphose a once sprightly body into a senile Bundle of misshapen blob sometimes polite, sometimes uncouth As time mounts a punishing foray To age cells, weaken tissues, disorganize organs Derange systems and diminish the ray Hope plants as a hurdle to purloin guns Time deploys in its onslaught Against lifecycles Although believers plot To summon miracles To plead with time Begging time to slow down ravages Inflicted on the lime Souls scramble to sneak into garages Where time assembles its tanks Armoured vehicles, jeeps To devastate life in all its flanks Despite pusillanimous whips Life gathers In the face of superior savvy and guile Time employs as it smothers Life’s feeble riposte through its rank and file.