Unforgiving, relentless, cruel
More sour than lemon or lime
Yielded by Life, this emotionless tool
Deals pain that’s inevitable: Time
No matter the love or the laughter it sees
It strikes without warning or sign
Its flame turns to smolder the most peaceful of trees
All beginnings, it ends by design
Why, all too often, is it the trivial, mundane
That seems to be our sole focus and care?
It takes moments like these, meant for family; not pain
The harshest reminder – her cold, empty chair
How fickle it is that this Life seems to be
Just a path we all struggle to cross
It’s proven by Time, regardless how desperate the plea
That if you ever know Love…you’ll know Loss
How the World Should Work 