Time softens the jagged mountain tops,
smoothing away the rugged peaks.
Time hardens the old man's skin,
adding wrinkles to his leathery face.
Time takes away the innocense of the child,
who’s heart becomes filled with the fear of being exposed.
Time kills the weak,
Time kills the strong.
Time digs the winding chasms into the earth's crust,
the water cutting ever deeper through the sand and rock.
Time takes away good memories.
Time takes away bad memories.
The fire, the ice, the passion, the love,
dissolving into the shadowy past.
not because something better comes along,
but because the past is swept away
Paul W. Walters - January 27, 1994