Time Poem by Javier Falcon

The healer of all wounds,
the destroyer of lives,
one who does not forgive,
or let anyone go by untouched.
It decides what will happen,
and all you may do is wait.

Many say that time is short,
others that we need to move faster,
I say we just need go with the flow.
Do not question time,
since once yours is all up,
there will be no more need for answers.

Time is a variable, not a number.
At moments it dazzles off,
others it seeps slowly as molasses.
No one can do anything about this,
so there is no point in worrying,
yet let stuff happen by themselves.

Seen from both sides, a sign of death,
and also a sign of perpetuous life,
time measures its way to touch,
every sole being and item differently.
Leaving a fingerprint, unique in its kind,
in every single one of us.