Time

By Diane Rose Craft

Time is my enemy

Time is a thief

It rattles my soul

It shakes my belief

When not looking

It steals your heart

Then without asking

It rips it apart

With memories so sad

Time will go slow

With memories so happy

You ask “Where did time go?”

Time itself can be so Fickle

The tears down my face, they

Still do trickle

Time has stolen the light

Of my life

It has left me alone, no

Longer a wife

Time so boldly laughs in

My face

There is no longer a hint of

Me

Not even a trace

Time, I once thought of you

As a friend

Now my relationship with you

I want to end