Time rolls by
As it always has.
Irreverent and ignorant
of the prayers of those who wanted
One more hour,
One more day,
One more year.
Another moment to say good bye.
But Time is cruel and has to be,
for if it stopped and stayed to
hear the final words, the last imploring cries,
Then surely even Time would weep and sink
to it's knees in shame.
No, Time has to be cruel.
But it knows that it could be kind.
So Time stands still for lovers and dreamers,
while sweeping swiftly past mourners,
pushing them to move on with their lives,
to live as intended,
not trapped in entropic desolation.
So curse and denounce Time as the villain,
but keep Time in your heart as the last respite
for the suffering.