Farther in Time

Look at my face

And PONDER . . .

Changing of the Seasons

A human race

At gale pace will breeze on

Now, then, where, when

Repeat myself again

Each Turn in space

Does your Time grow fonder

Face me, watch

And WONDER . . .

Using up your Days

A Technicolor swatch

Or Hell stuck on replay

Love, fear, sweat, tears

So few remaining Years

Another Notch

For all and asunder

Look into my face

And FEAR . . .

Age beyond reasoning

Farther in Time, a faster pace

Too much trace of Seasoning

Eternity, morality

Trapped in Mortality

No Life without My grace

Father of the Year!

Epilogue

I may be computable

But I’m certainly unbootable

One-eyed and irrefutable

I am Father Time . . .

. . . Immense and immutable

TICK TOCK!

Tim StiX March 2021

Tim StiX is The Sober Bard on Vocal

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