Time is the Enemy

I was very young once,
Fresh and full of beauty.
Time has ravaged what is left of me.
What is left of me?
Time is the enemy.

My days now they are numbered,
My end will come on shortly.
I served my purpose purely,
Did I know my purpose surely?
Time is the enemy.

More time is all we wish for.
There’s never enough of time.
It’s not taken lightly
It is never used tritely.
And yet time is the enemy.

Time continues to ravage
All of what is left of me.
A bitter and heartless savage.
We live just to die, just to die.
Time is the enemy.

a rhonda original© 2012


Time is the Enemy
by Rhonda Strickland

Time is the Enemy

Rhonda Strickland

Sun City, United States

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