Time Rushes By

Time, it has been said is neither enemy nor friend It rushes by at an alarming rate to some unknown end We can neither slow its flow nor can we accelerate it It is its own master as it impacts one's life bit by bit We damn it when it refuses to pause when we are late We praise it in good times as we relish those things to celebrate So as the clock endlessly ticks and we listen as the seconds roll by We reflect on our lives from the beginning and the newborn baby's cry To joyous times as we slowly search to find our place in life To times of utter sadness filled with pain and seemingly endless strife Finally as we reach that point in life when eyesight fades and hair turns grey We take time to reflect and try to cherish each precious day So time continues to rush by and we must abide by its mysterious plan Spending each day at its mercy, living life and doing the best that we can