Time
I live
Your time is meaningless
I am and always will be
Beyond what you know
I CANNOT DIE
For death is me
And I surround thee
Flaunting an inescapable fate
that awaits yee.
You go about your lives
Shrouded by me
Brushing me aside
When fortune favors thee
But I decide
Not luck nor chance
Nor fortunes favored glance
It is but a matter of your time
Then sands run out
And death submits this final rhyme.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2020
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