The Nocturnal Collection

by TheNocturnalLoner

Time (poem)

The ever fleeting and ongoing flow
Silently it passes us by, exerting its influence on all
Steadily and incessantly this wind shall blow
Nothing can stop it, not man, beast, nor wall

Time is an abstract concept, faceless and indifferent
Caring not for the weeping of those who've loved and lost
It wears away stone and earth, humbling what was magnificent
While it measures the period between summer and frost

Everyone has a watch, not knowing when it will expire
Brief or long, time marches at any pace it pleases
Endlessly it extends, for it is a never-ending mire
We admire and fear it, like some of the most hideous diseases

Yes it's true, that nothing lasts forever and we shall fall

But isn't that the point, for time will always outlast all