WRITTEN BY JSTEWART413 AND HASTYWORDS

This thing
Called time
It gives
As it takes
You can outrun
A bullet
But time
You never will
It laughs
In the face
Of the clock’s
Ticking hands
Because
It simply
Doesn’t listen
To human
Demands
As it constantly
Reminds us
It’s out of our hands
Yet
We continue
To waste
Such a precious gift
That money
Can’t ever
Buy back
But
Sympathetic
To our mortal plight
Time grants us
Memories and
Remembered
Seconds
While dragging
Us helplessly
Into a future
We have no choice
But to accept
With grace
And have faith
That time
Will have mercy
On our souls