my quick poem

[seanp]

Time...

What have I said
What have I hate
What have I done

I soliloquise in the river's side
I write poem with all lies
I feel the silence of time
I hear the clinging of chime

I try to hold on and grasp what left
But time is a skilled theft
I'm stolen, I'm stolen
My life has greatly swollen

Physical, it masters
Emotional, it conquers
Time is my worst enemy
And I never will have victory

Because it's part of my life
Because it's the world's
Creation, annihilation......

it's written less than five minutes

[Faithless]

I try to hold on and grasp what left

If you are young, this shouldn't be a problem, because you should have so much of it.

Now, if you're young, but ailing, that's different.