Time

The lines of age, has graced your face,
Life has passed, in fleeting pace,

A memory of life lived,
Creeps up in to the consciousnesses relived,

A youth long gone adores the walls,
The memory of past we try, ignore,

Yet life awaits no soul,
It's consumes as fire, do coal,

The memories will fade,
As we have all, a final date,

Then nothing will remain,
But dust and energy obtained,

A short existence we are granted,
Remember those that have departed...


R.K.