Time Worries the Mind

Time worries the mind, and the days mount up in hast Years overwhelm the body and lay ambitions to waste Dreams, never fulfilled rest in the bucket- list of things to do Tarnished and lost in time, a witness of the decline in you One must fear the recliner more than a bear on the hunt for pray It sets there ready to lean back and welcome the brightest coming day And as the sands of time peep in and slide steady through the dial Running - shoes become a bit draggy and starts shuffling the last mile Minutes keep marching on and the mirror never lies And as every imperfection appears, it exposes the empty pride Time’s laughs and saws memories in half But keeps the ones less easy to bare for those in stone are cast A reminder that riches are fleeting, hardly the measure of wealth Glitter dims when time chips away at the body and only a shell is left Why trust the things of this world where the flesh falls to decay when Christ gives internal life when the sands of time are washed away