The Master Called Time Poem by Teacher Kevin

Time bows to none, not even me,
It bends no knee, grants no plea.
Its hands are firm, its rule complete,
A master whose reign none can defeat.

It carves the mountains, wears the stone,
Turns flesh to dust, makes seeds be sown.
It writes our stories, both fierce and kind,
Etching its will on heart and mind.

I chase, I fight, yet always lose,
It sets the path I cannot choose.
And though I long to break its chain,
Its grip remains, both harsh and plain.

So I accept, with humbled breath,
That time commands my life and death.
Not servant, not foe—just one who learns,
To walk the path where each hour turns.