Time


Oh how ironic it is
We kill time on a daily basis
To let the hours pass us by,
But in the end time kills you and I.

Time heals all wounds, it’s true
But doesn’t it cause all the cuts too?
In the end, we’re left with scars
As many as the nighttime stars

So how exactly do we win?
Against an enemy we’ve been akin
I’ll tell you now, it can’t be done
This is a battle no one’s ever won

Time is both a friend and foe,
Just make peace and settle your woe
Maybe I am wrong, with what I say
But even broken clocks are right twice a day.

Perhaps we should value time
More than how we save our dime
For time is nowhere to be sold
We all know, it’s worth more than gold

 

-The DementED

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