The Essence Of Time Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Good times goes by ever so quickly
And Taking with it nearly everything
Wrinkling at all of our faces softly
And yet leaving us with barely nothing.

If at all time is of the very essence
So are all of the best of past years
With nothing really left to reference
The best are all washed away in tears.

Time claws at our very good looks
Leaving us all very old and so used
It is sad to see how fast time works
Yet it's Bad when youth gets bruised.

Time exists without any maintenance
So what more can I really say to her?
She's now so far from my very presence
Yet so very obvious for the better.

Time has a weird character in midsummer
When green beauty and daylight abounds
Unlike the cold chilly snow in December
That freezes all of nature's water ponds.

Time after time says Miss Cyndi Lauper
Why are you so very slow at many intervals?
I picture you at times as the sole loser
But in essence you and today are rivals.

Time will tell this I've heard from birth
Whose job is it to answer this question?
Maybe a time trip to the end of the earth
In a time machine set in perpetual motion.