The time shall come

October 29, 2015

Time, so selfish and impatient

Yet valuable and ancient

Allows no returns no redo's

It gives no head's up nor clues

Never ending, as far as we know

It doesn't age, it doesn't grow

It can't be changed, nor controlled

Or like most things, traded or sold

We can keep track of it as it passes

But eventually we all fade, like burnt up ashes

The wise stay organized

To avoid lost causes, and confusions

While others get lost in made up illusions

False conceptions, and severe delusions

The clock isn't stopping , rich or poor black or white , it doesn't discriminate there are no breaks

Morning comes around ,and another day wakes

Staying on top of things, would be thinking ahead

The reality is, that one day your dead

Acknowledging that this might be true

Is most likely a better thing to do

Although making better tomorrows

Often causes for less sorrows

Tick,tock,tick, tock

I'm ready, I'm not

Deciding if I can, or if I cannot

Now that I think about it, it's not a big deal

Besides everyone dies, is life surreal

Things keep going, now at a faster pace

Most of my loved ones are gone , is this a race

I'm convinced it is

Is the last survivor a winner

The thought of being alone just makes me tremble and quiver

Will I be remembered, if so , of what

It doesn't really matter, I'm dead , so so what

The moment has arrived, the time hath come

Time still goes on , but mine is done.

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