Time…Time is a thug.
A rapscallion who intends to follow you
Mug you bad
Steal and rob you blind
Of all you hold dear
Beat you down into dirty snow
Clobber you from behind with a blackjack
Take what’s precious
Doesn’t care at all
Won’t give you a moment’s thought
Time looks after itself
And carries on
Without you
On its mind
Grey Sparrow Journal 