Father Time

Emerging from the shadows a stately form appears
From out of the darkness into the hemisphere.
With a long flowing robe and a great staff he stands
We cannot cease his coming though sometimes we do command.
His presence is always with us and carries on through the years
He marks our days and watches
Marching on to eternity.
Keeping tabs of every moment
Trying to catch us in our tracks.
He is Father Time and we must keep moving and not fall into his grasp.
He came in days of youth when we were young and knew no cares
And stayed throughout the ages till old age did appear.
It is he who will one day catch us and send us from here
Ever, ever marching, marching forward in despair.
Author: Suzanne M.