The Ancient Of Ages Poem by Smoky Hoss

Time a giver and a taker
a builder and a breaker,
Time a wounder and a healer
an opener and a sealer -

The blossom and the petal
so fragile in all it's beauty and mettle,
shall bear the pitiless sting
of the weight time's burden must bring -

All rise in glory and salute
those trampled under the ancient marching boot,
Time, moving ever on as it must,
leaving us behind one by one, returning to the dust -