Sometimes, you have to wait,
for things like love.
It comes, beautifully,
like a white dove.
It can be painful waiting,
for life to pass.
You'll miss it though when it's gone,
it goes by fast.
Time is, the enemy,
battling life.
Slitting us, by the throat,
with a butter knife.
Life will show you no mercy,
unforgiving.
But don't let that stop you,
stop you from living.
When you've fallen victim to time,
always keep this in mind.
Your life was not lived to die,
life was lived to be alive.
Time kills, and likes to die,
noose around neck.
Death takes, advantage of,
the nervous wreck.
Over time, comes brother death,
wanting your soul.
Takes your life, in one big bite,
eating you whole.
When you've fallen victim to time,
always keep this in mind.
Your life was not lived to die,
life was lived to be alive,
your life was lived to be alive.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio.