Treacherous Time 

Treacherous Time holds my hand 

disguising the knife held to my throat

Callously piercing a hole in my memories 

Killing the flame that burns in my heart

Time’s hands hold me suspended 

paints my future with failure’s scenes

Brushing over all my hopes and plans

Questions and crushes all my dreams

Time patiently awaits lost opportunities

Eagerly recording misfortune and error

for regular recall and public disclosure

Presenting their reflection to life’s mirror

Time holds our dreams in goldfish bowls

freely disclosed fortunes failed love letters

Discarded to skim over ambition’s surfaces

Bound tightly with life’s constraining fetters

Time the devil's advocate spares no one

Depresses life's heights to an even plain

Stealthily removing strength and virility 

Too late to realise, recover and regain 

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copyright  Michael King