Time

TIME
By PoeticMeditations

Time that nemesis, that cunning foe
Will come to reap what it did not sow.
Like the corrosive effect of rust,
Changes all things back into dust.
As each hour stealthily slips away
Until Death arrives without delay
To ask for life in payment full
With all the interest that is due.
Time that nemesis, that cunning foe
Regrets neither the sorrow nor the woe.

(Father Time will soon come to ring in the old and ring in the new. Happy New Year! PM)

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About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century.
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