The predator called time,
Preys on all life,
Young, old, or in prime,
It can give joy or strife.
The living it savours,
We know it is there,
The worrier it favours,
It lays their soul bare.
How it behaves,
Well that's down to you,
If we let it cause waves,
The opposite is true.
You have nothing to fear,
From it's awesome power,
While you're still here,
Enjoy every hour.
Strictly man made,
From birth until death,
This game being played,
Will take our last breath.
It's for you to enjoy,
Not to is wrong,
Though it may well annoy,
Now is where you belong.
How long it will last?
Decades or a day,
What's gone is past,
We don't have much say.
Have a mutual respect,
One day it will end,
Past you cannot correct,
‘' Treat Time As Your Friend ‘'
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