Time's By: Danyel Fields

Time's can be hard for anyone and other's it will just slide by.

Time can be a never ending like wind blowing through a chime,

Without a grip of reality or a sense of what's to combined.

The wind and chime will always stand together in the hands of time.

Sand drips through the hour glass like my blood drops on rose tines

Picking that beautiful flower it is like us it will also die in time.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but the beholder also walks a line.

Life and death they get us all at the beginning and the end of our grind.

It is what we choose to do between these times that truly defines.

Who we are and what we do that decides what kind of time we go through.

Father time is out there for us all weather we are tall, short, fat, or small.

Don't go through life without thinking of us all because father time, will surely get us all.

Thank you for the read and I really hoped you enjoyed our time. Goodbye and be blessed and I can't wait until to next time we share a little of our time.