Time Holds Poem by Chey Tru Love

In the matter of time
There will be no minutes, No seconds or hours
The thought will become nonexistent to those that ever knew
There will be no people to extend out life
No years of youth to hold on to
In our process of life, nothing will grow
The world as simple in which we came
The cold and heat will come and go
As do the blistering snows and the scorching flames
The creation of life
Not as simple as the destruction
Some die at fate others purposely
As so do the purest with worldly corruption
In a matter of seconds this poem
Will not matter
As so do that man
And the hearts that he's shattered
The food that's she's cooking
Will not be for her lover
But for the end rendering
And the pain she will cover
The kids playing
It will not be for enjoyment
But that they could never grow up
Seek a job and get employment
The sweater she's knitting
Will be for her tears she will sob
That her grandchildren will never grow old
Get married and seek a job
The father at working
Looking through files
Crying at her little girl
Not being able to walk her down the aisle
In the matter of time
There will be no minutes, No seconds or hours
Because we do not hold time
For time holds the power