Unkind Father-Time
Children never see him, when playing with their friends.
Parents never warn of him, until closer to life’s end.
In youth we could outrun him, so to distant his cold clasp.
In time this distance withers, and we fall into his grasp.
He watches from a distance, as to stir up no concerns.
He makes his presence mindful, with each decade that adjourns.
There’s no protection from him, as there’s nothing we can do.
He’s stalking everybody; soon he’s coming after you.
Father Time keeps an eye on us, through our entire life.
He’s waiting and he’s planning for a moment that’s quite right.
It’s when you least expect it, swiftly using all his might,
he grabs you, now there’s no escape, he holds you locked up tight.
He drains you of your youthfulness, your strengths and memories;
He takes it all with no regret, leaving you in a daze.
You’re left to ponder life and time, how quickly passed you by.
Father Time’s unkind and cruel, he is stalking til we die.
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
