Sketching Time

A man who has taken on writing some of the darker elements of "Time".

As I hold pad and pen in hand
I ponder such a theme so grand
To catch upon a page so thin
The essence of all mortal men
Sketching the time covering all
That unseen fabric in it's fall
Tiny babies are in the snare
Youthful beauty so fresh and rare
Withering bane of mortal flesh
All are captured within the mesh
From young to old my pen must show
The very passage and the flow
From birth to death none can escape
The pinch of years on hand and face
As cradles rock toward the grave
No one can halt and none can save
As I dwell on what words to write
My hand falling within the light
Wrinkling folds are there to see
And realization enlightens me
One who would compose time with pen
My own same self is caught within
So quill and pad I lay aside
Yet words write on and do abide
The younger man I once had been
Will never see his youth again
Time has sketched me within it's spell
So true to form so very well

Author's Note

To say I don't care what others think of my writing,is a lie. However;write what you will. It's not as if I get paid for it. :)

Reviews

[Heartswhispers(Kylie Je..]

This was beautiful, the pen you have laid to paper here is exceptional, trying to capture mortal man to thin paper may be difficult but here you appear to have captured a part of yourself. :)