Time is a haunting specter
that no one can deflect,
It stalks us in that Dark,
that knows no name and
strikes in that Light invisible.

It slinks like a skeleton-snake,
slithering and sliding like
a spectral side-winder,
won't see it smile when it
stabs at your soul.

It drains you slowly but surely,
as it makes your hair fall,
and your fair looks fade
till one day you stare inside,
and realize you're nothing
but wrinkles and bones,
waiting to fall to dust.

The fact time passes at all,
should be a felony offense
punishable by death itself,
but let us not mince words.
Death is Time, and Time is Death,
in tandem they work best,
but are yet, one in the same.

The best solution one can find
is to find that magic moment,
frame it like a prized picture,
shoot it like its classic cinema.
Make the most of it so when
Time, that deathly-snake, strikes
you can pass with a smirk and a smile.