Time keeps on ticking
Memories are sticking
To our minds like glue
Were our friendships true?
Or were they just a show
Of people too scared
To tell each other no?
Good things we did
And the times that we sinned
Moments we were ashamed
Days we dreamed of our fame
Strangers screaming our name
But will it be on a billboard
Or etched onto a tombstone?
Only the innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but Time.
Eventually I will grow old
And forget how to rhyme.
Life moves on by too fast
It feels like a horrific crime
When Death steals the minutes
That could have been mine.
Since when were you told
That life doesn't have an end?
I can hear the laughter
Of death's dearest friend
Who goes by the name of Time.
It is Death with whom he dines
Devouring all the futures
Of the innocent and the beautiful
Whose destinies were dutifully kept.
Though they left behind loved ones
With hearts that eternally wept.
Though we will all go eventually, I pray that we make heaven crowded.
My next poem will be more positive, I promise.