It's Time-

a poem...

Time, like a flood-fueled river,
tumults on its indifferent way
obliterating all hope and dreams,
best-laid plots, deepdark schemes,
razing cities, toppling empires,
unwriting histories and erasing 
every memory and recollection
of the breathing and the cold,
depositing all in the dead level
anonymous shoals of eternity.

Walk in hope-

-henry