There is a second.
Suddenly it's two..then it doubles up to four
Before you know there's twenty more
And then another score and score.
Minutes into hours and into scalding weeks
Time is rock hot solid and time does not have leaks...
..and yet time drips away.
So long.....So long
The day that seems so long is just as quickly gone
Time like soldiers marching on
Cutting down the enemy
Which by the way is you and me.

The second hand..A marching band
Playing tunes which to our ears
Sound like the rushing past of years..
..and still the hand that sweeps the face continues on
Then.
We are gone.

A magic trick..So simple...slick
Time.
The curer of the sick that licks the wounds and heals the sores And turns the tide on timeless shores but still time pours and yet no leak.
And though I seek the answers or at least a clue..time slows for me..If not for you.
For when we age
That pounding beat..that caged in rage is tempered by another gauge.
Time the meter
Time the cheater
Time..You can't beat her.
The second hand.the minute..hour wins absolute unchallenged power
Time is the final ****
Time is and always will
Win.