Time oversees us all,
Within its hourglass booth,
Like a tiger unable to maul,
With fangs of sand,
We cannot escape it,
We are leashed to it,
Our bodies wilt and rot,
As the sand falls unquestioned,
The hourglass stands tall,
Upon an iron podium,
Like a dictator,
With gravity a willing sycophant,
A true oligarch,
This Father Time,
Emotionless and unrelenting,
Fists of platinum wearing us down,
And as the sand falls,
We shall fall too,
Into gaping graves,
Such is the edict of time.
