A Collection of Poems

Time

Day by day time moves on,

never slowing, always ticking.

No effects matter,

only in the moment.

Stop to smell the roses,

only to bleed from a thorn.

Try to plan ahead,

see it fall flat.

Flexibility in life,

added pain today.

Where have the people gone?

They rush here and there,

never stopping,

trying to catch time.

Time, always moving,

never stopping.

Through joy, pain, and tragedy,

sun, rain, and clouds.

Even stopped clocks are right,

if only twice a day.

There is no point in trying,

simply go with the flow,

the time of your life.

Enjoy roses and thorns,

time is a sadist,

people it's masochistic subjects.

Running out of time,

but time is never stopping,

time is a captor,

I it's willing victim.