©2018 B.Clary
Time
It flows like water,
Slowly causing strife
An unstoppable power,
Corroding Earth and life
Untrodden path is taken,
one prays that it is right.
That one has not mistaken,
longing wants for plight.
Uncertain steps in darkness,
as light it fades away.
The pendulum sways swiftly now
with every passing day
Gives nothing to cling on to,
as childhood is a blur
And every waking hour in adolescence is obscured.
When you reach adult hood and wonder where it went
There is no restoration of the little time that we are lent.
© 2018 B. Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 