Time
It does not slow down
Everyday it reaches out it’s gnarled hand
The very hand of time
Grazing our heels
And we run
Oh how we run
And Time
It propels us
Pushes us to a new day
So we can race through the years
Until it engulfs us
Snuffs us out
Death
But the hand of time
It doesn’t stop
It flies past the grave
Till we’re forgotten
In time
Past