It is relentless, inevitable even inexorable
Like soldiers, time marches
Doing the goose step
Celebrating its dominance
It is prideful, powerful, never ends
Unlike soldiers who all die
By chance, battle or in old age
Time never relents, it never pretends
It just knows whether we are happy
Or hold deep and bitter regret
It holds complete and abject power
It marches on and soon
We disappear in the flow
We are dust, time is the wind
We are the lost, can never win
In uneven battles, with seconds and hours
