Time is my Enemy

Time is my enemy

                 its steady momentum onwards

                        bringing its blessings of experiance

                 and the curse of old age

 

Lines, they grow on my face

                 maps of where I have been

                         skin once blooming with youth

                 sags with times heavy embrace

A figure once envied

                 by my peers

                          now wallows with accumulated indulgences

                 and I grow old

My mind is filled with visions

                 of what I once was

                           what I could have been

                  what I have missed in life

While equal to my days

                  I have succumbed

                             to the weight of my years

                  And time drapes into my flesh

A minute by minute war

                  of your own eyes truths

                               and your minds fears

                  mirrored before you

The gifts of time are many

                   a two edged sword of wisdom

                                 the bitter edge of mortality

                   memories of the life lived

And time, once my friend

                    is now my enemy.