Time isn’t kind
Not to me, not to you,
Not to a single living, breathing soul
As I stand here,
Staring into the bathroom mirror,
I count 20 maybe 30 new grey hairs to my beard
I can’t bring myself to count those,
On top of my aching head
Time has done this
Stress has done this
All the bad things in this world have done this
Somewhere, in this world,
A small toaster just caught fire,
In a room with no one present
Somewhere, in a lonely back alley,
A baby is set in a dumpster
But in the end,
Time will fix all of it
It will right the wrong,
Kill the strongest,
And mercifully smother the weak
Time will play tricks,
Beguiling even the smartest of us all
It slips away
In the end, it all slips away
Then you’re left holding prayer cards,
Of loved one’s gone,
Dreams carried for years,
But won’t ever be realized
Time is a real piece of work
A real ‘fuck ya in the back’,
Kind of guy
Time is a whore,
Charging too much,
Giving too little,
And stealing your wallet,
While you wash your hands
A real piece of work
A seven layered loser
Time is a shitstorm we are all walking through,
At one time or another
So smile wide,
But keep your head low
So, I guess it’s time to wrap this up,
Time to get going,
And I’d best make good time
After Time has a chance to read this,
I seriously doubt,
It will be on my side
© Dicky J Loweman 2015