'' Old Father Time '' Poem by Bri Mar

In essence I control the universe,
In every aspect of it I immerse,
I can be very kind yet also terse,
I’m as bitter as lemon or lime.

I am an entity, which discriminates,
With no particular loves or hates,
I can leave some of you in terrible states,
Even take you away in your prime.

I’m responsible for mass genocide,
From my presence nothing can hide,
If truth be told I have you all on the slide,
I can behave like a poisonous slime.

I have killed far more than countless disputes,
The laws of decency are what this refutes,
With every life form I am in cahoots,
I can leave you with a mountain to climb.

I have no feelings for the young or old,
The fact is I’m a power to behold,
Like it or not I have you all enrolled,
I control when your bell will chime.

Of patience I have an endless amount,
My awesome power you will never surmount,
On your efforts to subdue me I take no account,
My history is entrenched in grime.

Over Mother Nature I have total control,
The Grim Reaper one day I’ll have his soul,
There is no one else I need to enroll,
This power makes me feel so sublime.

My patience is always being tried and tested,
Your efforts to subdue me I have always detested,
If truth be told I cannot be arrested,
My existence is like a pantomime.

As I cross another of you off my list,
By myself I can say you will never be missed,
While you disappear I’ll forever exist,
Unlike everything else in this rhyme.

Eventually I’ll have you all overawed,
Everything’s a target in my firing squad,
In effect I’m in partnership with the one you call God,
We go together like Rosemary and thyme.

A mass murderer all life has the pleasure of knowing,
Over the years my victims keep growing,
New life and death I’ll forever be sowing,
Who am I?

‘’ Old Father Time ‘’