Old friends

the "friends" Time and Death and how one may never be on their good side and will eventually succumb to both.

Death is the resolution of your own self.
is to be truant in the world.
Or shall they pursue into the untold?
If Death is to be dreaded
Why do they welcome you with wide arms?
Is it not Dying that is fearful?
It is pain and knowledge.
It is knowing 
that there will be no more of this world
Plagued with regret and wishes.
Pleas to Time
Though Time does not fall victim to one's will
As Death is Time’s companion 
One stops the other.
We know that life ends though few accept it.
If it is too few to trust its ends do the others know it has initiated?
or they walk unknowingly.
We say we have ‘all the time in the world.’ 
But do we?
Or are we all wasting?
Unsuspecting to our ignorance
Tomorrow may never advance.
We may never get the perfect shot.
The right Time may never appear.
We must leap.
Bring forth the issue.
Fix the broken clock. 
Time may never stop.
But we have the option to use our time.
To not waste it
As people are of unforgiving nature. 
Why insist the old friends are?