Time

A poem about time.

Time

 

Time erodes, creates, destroys

It's filled with quiet, filled with noise

It kills and births and ages fast

Till look, oh no! Our lives are past.

Time is change and change is hard

Some will be changed, and thus scarred

Yet some will wear the new world well

But some will sink on down to hell.

They say Time heals all wounds and yet

I feel Time's caught me in her net

For as I watch the years go by

I look back and realize why.

 

End.

Author's Note

What do you think of it? This was done for a contest.