Time is so fast,

We wish to hold

On to the past.

But then we forget

About the present.

How is it that time

Can control our lives?

From the setting sun to

The dawn of day

It seems to be in our

Every way.

It can create stress

Yet we don't address it.

Time is such a powerful

Tool. When I think of it

It amazes me how much

Of it is spent in trivial

Matters.

And before we know it

Death is upon us.

With it's black grip

Forcing our minds

To succumb to time

No more.

A/N: This is just amateur poetry so please don't critique it so harshly.