Time can be so cruel,
exhausting all fuel.
Removing bright smiles,
providing great trials.
Time has no pity,
erasing pretty.
Creasing the defined,
forming wrinkled lines.
Time is not gentle,
feeling quite vengeful.
Presenting sworn fate,
arriving too late.
Time holds memories,
playing reveries.
Reliving day dreams,
allowing live scenes.
Time quickly visits,
minute by minute.
Greeting just to pass,
boring moments last.
Time can carry smiles,
that linger a while.
Visions of high slopes,
creating great hopes.
Time is imagined,
while being examined.
Ever intangible
non understandable.
Time does not exist,
running to persist.
Assisting life’s course,
without a true source.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy