Time grins awkwardly at me,can't see the joke
but only time can see the smoke that leaks out through the backs of old cracked hands,that hold the stubs of cigarettes as if letting go,will let time know the end has come,
for some it will as minutes climb up on the hill of hours past.
Only second chances last and are written on the dials,posted tightly into files and filed away.
Then the day filters slowly away into the flittering, skittering shadows that we fear.
The heart beats faster as it slows and only time knows why,
Time drags feet and then it flies
never dies
lives forever
severs links
never thinks but
time links us all.