Time

Time passes slowly,

It is fleeting,

It stands still,

It runs out.

Time passes to quickly,

It waits for no man,

It can’t be turned back,

It goes by.

We ask for less time,

We beg for more,

It never ends,

It stops still.

Time heals all wounds,

The hands of time wave goodbye,

Minutes, hours, seconds go by,

We watch it but never see it.

It speeds up, slows down and stops,

There is never enough of it,

Time is our friend,

Time is our enemy.

There will always be time,

Ours will run out,

Someone else’s will begin.