It is the element that both contains and makes up life.
We have too much of it on our hands,
we don't have enough to complete our tasks
We all have the same amount.
It keeps marching on whether we are completing the task or enjoying the moment
It never stops and never cares about what it does to figures and beauty
It doesn't change even though all of its components do
The field is now a shopping strip
The once favored store is now a pawn shop
The most elegant resturant in town is now a canvas of grafitti
Time birthed them and passed them
Time is but a moment
or time is an eternity
Time is our friend and
time is our enemy
Where did it go?
What did I do with it?
Where are all the accomplishments?
Where are all the plans?
How fearful to be at the beginning of time
How sad to be at the end of time
Yet time cannot change, reduce or diminish