Time's Embrace

Pulse of Time,

 

Even and steady.

 

Jostles day,

 

To heighten pace.

 

A time-bound race,

 

Until nocturnal grace

 

tramples its face.

 

So dead rests the day,

 

To be baptized as yesterday.

 

And a new day dawns

 

to partake time’s race

 

It’s birth and death

 

Time directs

 

And man ponders, late

 

Where have the days gone?

 

Where did the years flee?

 

Alas! Man too, time’s slave

 

His life and death in time’s embrace

 

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Author's Note

For review.