Time Poem by Cheryl CommodoreHarvey

Time is just not on my side.
I'm going to personify time and say how I thought it would wait for me.
And how I thought it would give me some of it's youthful gains of sand back later, if I missed it whilst I partied and played.
Time is always ticking and talking, striking fear every time it strikes midnight, telling the world that it's a new day, dawn, light.
Starting again in its never ending circle.
Time is one of many man cannot control, yet it is a word man created.
You cannot even contain it.
Is time even there?
You can't feel it, breathe it, or...
Time is an illusion.
Time will count down to your last breath and still carry on it's repeated boring routine. It will not stop for you, even though your heart has.
Is time your friend? Are you dumb? The only thing you can do is work alongside it.
If you slip, you fall behind.
It's all a game you can't cheat.
You either lose or tie.