Relentless.. Poem by Sharon Smith

Time..Oh Time of earthly bounds
Embracing..forward, behind and around
Like a drop in the ocean..a grain of sand
It passes by without a sound

Waits for no one..just marches on
Listens to not a heart..
pleading for just another moment..
or another one not to start

How frigid a thing it can be sometimes
Seems to drag when you want it to race
Then ends fun Times..just like that
Seems to go at its wanting pace

But You my Friend..the Creator of Time
You are where it's all different though
Not You..to bow to it's relentless march
Or sit and watch it just come and go

As Time bows down to You my Friend
At Your command its march must be
In the Palm of Your Hand..You have captured it..
in the net of eternity.