Time

Time will tell the meaning of a word,
It will state if it was blurred,
Gives answers that we never heard,
The future that it stirred.

The past that it created,
Everything that was fated,
Our beginning that we hated,
As our mind waited.

A partial for what to come,
The sticks that beat the drum,
What makes the present numb,
Cannot be added to a sum.

The wise, knowing what will happen,
We try to break and it will blacken,
Has you stuck in a cabin,
Time passes and it will keep slapping.

Courses that affect the story,
Will hit you harder than a lorry,
Can steal away your glory,
And can mix your life to become gory.

The watcher of what to expect,
Everything that caused a life to be wrecked,
The past that caused conflict,
It has a future to protect.

And we stay angry at time,
As it stops us from our climb,
Ends your life at your prime,
Never being punished for it’s crime.