time

Oh, time, thou art a tempest wild and free,
Thy waves crash down, unyielding, upon me.
With every surge, a piece of me is worn,
Yet in thy wake, a new self is reborn.

The ocean’s song, it echoes in my heart,
A symphony of life, of time’s own art.
For though the waves may wear me down, it’s true,
They also shape, and make me something new.

Upon this shore, where waves do crash and roar,
I stand, a solitary soul, once more.
The ocean’s breath, it whispers in my ear,
A tale of time, relentless, ever near.

Each wave that breaks upon the rugged land,
Is like the moments slipping through my hand.
They come with force, and then they fade away,
A fleeting touch, a memory’s brief stay.

Oh, time, thou art a cruel thief, indeed,
Thy passage brings both joy and grief, I heed.
For in thy wake, we find decay,
Yet also hope, a brighter day.

The sands beneath my feet, they shift and change,
A testament to time’s unending range.
As waves erode the steadfast rocks so tall,
So too does time, upon my life, it falls.

The cliffs, they bear the scars of ages past,
Their strength diminished, yet their beauty lasts.
In every line, a story etched in stone,
Of battles fought, and dreams that once were known.

Oh, time, thou art a mirror, reflecting all,
Thy waves, they rise and fall, a constant call.
In each reflection, I see my own face,
A journey marked by time’s unyielding pace.

The ocean’s song, it echoes in my heart,
A symphony of life, of time’s own art.
For though the waves may wear me down, it’s true,
They also shape, and make me something new.

So here I stand, upon this shore so vast,
Embracing waves, the future and the past.
For in their dance, I find my place, my role,
A fleeting moment, time’s embrace, my soul.