Time Runs

Time runs, time runs, There was no way I could Persuade it stop. There was no promise that Could buy it. Time whistled. Time giggled. Time laughed as small children laugh. Ruthless it smiles. Ruthless it goes. Time soars as the kites soar in the heavens float over the Earth yet Time be not propense to the motion of slow soaring but It hobbles innocent as a toddling grown up boy whose eyes are still glistening: whose heart smiles clean: whose hands are white and unsoiled: That boy was me too. Yet that boy was human too. Yes. We, humans, oblivious So often and so much, We humans Barely feel its stealthy Undercutting our very feet Time runs, time runs.