Time

It ticks, it merges, It runs, and converges, and spills, It twists, it turns, It dilates, it gyrates, It shrinks, and convulses, and kills. And one day, No matter what we do, It stops… For some with a whimper, For some with a shout… And in spite of what poets and pundits say, On that inevitable day, There's no glory when the ticking stops And time runs out. Author's note: Albert Einstein is reputed to have said: The reason for time is so everything doesn't happen all at once. He may have been right…relatively speaking.