Time's Onslaught

The hands of time can't be reversed For hourglass' sand must flow each day. When life isn't found as intellect rehearsed The sand doesn't slow nor does it stay. As a respecter of persons time is not deft So relish each moment as you travel. Seeking the max from time you've left For comes a day when life will unravel. I sit forlorn delving on things withheld Excavating resentment from a shallow grave. Toward one whose thoughts could not meld But death will someday end that crave.