Time Wins

Faces drawn by time reside in history’s hands

Honed and tempered in fortune’s foundries

Time paints our lives and faces with age

Betrays our bodies and tightens the boundaries

Casually dismissing all our dreams Time corrodes

Tampers with our memories and logs our failings

Inviting us into mind’s darkest regions’ vacancies

Time partitions our minds with experiences’ railings

Fickle Time checks out when things get tough

Stalls claiming victory leaving nothing to chance

Taking no account of our wishes needs and wants

Time leaves with life's recording carefully enhanced

Time drowns our memories chokes all our dreams

carelessly betraying our cherished thoughts’ ambition

Time exposes our weaknesses nudging us forward

Blindly towards the cliffs of regrets’ last stable station

Time a silent soled sentry stands guarding memory

reluctantly releasing the occasional instalment

Pride’s falsely faded memories censor Time’s record

We are its prisoners Time always wins in the end