Time Poem by Philip Lore

A shining star will surely rise,
Each day a fragrant wildflower dies.
My time on earth decays,
Its living flame just fades away.

Our time in life, must have an end,
How much time has passed?
Is time or foe or just a friend?
With beggars luck I pray it will last.

As a child my time just crept,
A full grown man time ran, I wept.
Time devours all it can,
It waits, it haunts, each and every man.

Time weaves,
There is no reprieve,
No yesterday,
Only today.

Time that flew,
Hypocritcal time,
Time for me,
Time for you.

Magical time,
Doting time,
The thief call time.

Its pain, its strife,
A weight on the shoulders,
Thoughout one's life.