Time

Time is a curious thing,
It passes on without a blink,
A moment can be fleeting,
But memory of said moment is ever-seeking
Haunting or blessing us for eternity

We mark the years in seasons,
With springs and autumn leaves,
But time is more than numbers,
It's the heart that it perceives
It's the toll it takes on our backs

Time is like a river,
Constantly in motion,
We cannot grasp its meaning,
But still, it gives devotion
Giving every bit of itself, selflessly

We measure it in moments,
From birth to final breath,
But in the end, it's not the hours,
It's the stories we have left
The impact we make and the legacies we marked

Time is a friend and an enemy
To whom it is which depends wholly
On the universes wish
Because man has no effect on time
So no amount of will and wish holds any water.