Time is the slaughterer of us all. Time shows no favours. Time hears no sobbing and is not moved by our tears.
Once strong now weak we long to be in our prime and young again but time continues to drag us down.
Thin white skin with veins and arteries glowing from within. Brown spots that in our youth never did exist.
Grey and old broken down and lost to a world of those who do not see us because we are too old.
Time takes us to the grave and still it does not end as it devours our bodies until all that we are is dry skin and broken bones.
©ronvdm777
Sept 2020
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